Pretty Bottles All Lined Up
How we love to line up bottles on tabletops or shelves.
What we collect in bottles tells us something of ourselves.
Be it pills or perfume or lotions for our skin,
be it liquor bottles or old bottles of our kin.
Be they for forgetting or remembering or curing,
the fact that we see into them is somehow reassuring.
Each bottle opened is no doubt considered well worth keeping,
as applied or guzzled down, its contents we are reaping.
Hopes or dreams are bottled there––courage, allure or balm.
Their stoppers keep in secrets, unstopped they exude calm.
Pretty bottles on a shelf deserve felicitation
as they meet our eye to please us, or our lips for satiation.
The Word of the Day prompt is “Bottle Opener.”





Oh wow! A deep and thought provoking poem Judy. Love it.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome
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Love this one Judy! I have my Grandmothers collection of colbat blue glass bottles, they are very special to me!🩵💙
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I love cobalt blue glass. Found a number of them in a dump of an old town in Nevaada once..Along with a very old typewriter.
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they are hard to find here in the Southeast. They are popular for use on the bottle trees.
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