Wednesday Wine & Write
Gatsby.
Gatsby was a man who loved,
Unrequited and limitless.
His aching heart carried the burdens
of all of his shortcomings
The destitute past he could never escape.
Despite his tireless efforts-
Despite the unbearable sadness that encased his heart.
While all the while he dreamt of her.
Daisy...
That unattainable sparrow,
that he held onto so tightly, so desperately.
He could never give up on her.
He could never ignore the burning urgency
for which compelled him,
To be hers.
Gatsby only ever wanted to love her,
give her all the shining pieces to adorn her delicate world.
Daisy.
Beautiful & small,
so treacherously unyielding
to the whims of true desire.
She loved him, too.
Craved to succumb his longing
But the muted green tint that obscured her sight,
muffled her heart's soft whispers.
Gatsby was a man who loved...
Who ripped and tore at every version of himself
Giving away each piece,
to the outstretched fingers of the unworthy.
In the end,
Gatsby had nothing left.
He had relinquished his very being,
to surrender his undying love...
And Daisy was forever ungrateful.
*This piece was inspired by my favorite novel, The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Hawkstone Petite Sirah, 2012
Gatsby was a man who loved,
Unrequited and limitless.
His aching heart carried the burdens
of all of his shortcomings
The destitute past he could never escape.
Despite his tireless efforts-
Despite the unbearable sadness that encased his heart.
While all the while he dreamt of her.
Daisy...
That unattainable sparrow,
that he held onto so tightly, so desperately.
He could never give up on her.
He could never ignore the burning urgency
for which compelled him,
To be hers.
Gatsby only ever wanted to love her,
give her all the shining pieces to adorn her delicate world.
Daisy.
Beautiful & small,
so treacherously unyielding
to the whims of true desire.
She loved him, too.
Craved to succumb his longing
But the muted green tint that obscured her sight,
muffled her heart's soft whispers.
Gatsby was a man who loved...
Who ripped and tore at every version of himself
Giving away each piece,
to the outstretched fingers of the unworthy.
In the end,
Gatsby had nothing left.
He had relinquished his very being,
to surrender his undying love...
And Daisy was forever ungrateful.
*This piece was inspired by my favorite novel, The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Hawkstone Petite Sirah, 2012
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