days 11-16, more bang for your buck

It's been a bit of a crazy week what with sickness, homework, work, mom visits, and a super social Sunday. I've been looking at the prompts every day and creating these babies in my head but every day I seem to run out of time to actually sit down at the computer and type them out. So now you get six for the price of one. 
                                                                                                                                                                   

wine and feelings

a heady bouquet of wine
and you
no cloudy cloying
but elegant depth
full and lively
that could mellow
to something rounded
and sweet
but left to its own devices
leaves a bitter 
finish

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replacement

literary reference to time is abundant
time has a rich history
sold in glass bottles
and sealed with cork
time's aroma comes from volatile compounds
individual flavors that may be detected
subtle differences in color, palate, nose, body,
and development
the psychoactive effects of time 
are evident
closely associated with blood
spreading culturally westward
high-quality time improves
with age

                                                                                                                                                                   

kennings

bane of wood sweeps
land to land
sleep of the sword
near at hand
the swan-road dark
with slaughter-dew
the glory of elves
rising
over a new you

                                                                                                                                                                   

questioning

would you laugh or sneer?
would you fail to hear?
would you understand?
would you hold my hand?
would you leave?
would you grieve?
would you stay?
would it cause you dismay?
would it make you thrill?
would you love me still?
no more

                                                                                                                                                                   

terza rima

lights go down
curtains rise
trying not to drown

beautiful lies
torn from the page
imagining I see your eyes

trapped in this cage
missing your face
blinded by wounded rage

no more trace
of your beaming smile
gone to another place

enduring this trial
an ever bleeding heart
that never can heal this while

                                                                                                                                                                   

lies

mired in past and present failure
afraid to step out of the door
trembling legs 
shaking voice 
invisible girl
lowered eyes
somehow unworthy of love
cripplingly shy
one more lie
I taught myself to be