Natasha Adams is a poet residing in the hills of Perth Western Australia. She has a scientist?s eye for discovery and hopes, one day, to name a new species. Tash can be seen investigating nature with her children or counting syllables on her fingers (walking whilst doing so may result in injury).
She blogs on all things haiku at tashadams.com
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Ah, that invisible pause after the second line. We have so many funny little traditions, whether it's rolling a cigarette, or uncorking a wine bottle etc…
I imagine that other side of a pregnant pause, the anticipation and tingling tension:
the wine
opening up
…
our conversation
And yes, I was also a wine waiter as well as bar manager, and restaurant manager etc… It was a small but very popular venue. Things happened there, and in other places. :-)
Well, I suppose.
It's a bit sociological for me.
Brava Tash!
Subtle, poignant.
Jan
__ Nice Tash. Someone needs to -open- the dialogue! A senryu smile_!
ideas loiter
within this bottled banter
burst the bung
_m
.
.
the wine
opening up
our conversation
—NATASHA ADAMS
Ah, that invisible pause after the second line. We have so many funny little traditions, whether it's rolling a cigarette, or uncorking a wine bottle etc…
I imagine that other side of a pregnant pause, the anticipation and tingling tension:
the wine
opening up
…
our conversation
And yes, I was also a wine waiter as well as bar manager, and restaurant manager etc… It was a small but very popular venue. Things happened there, and in other places. :-)
Thank you for airing your wine here.
warm regards,
Alan
thank so much, It's a bit sociological for me.