The Wine Barrel
The wood will not reveal its secrets.
A terrible change is happening.
A revolution is in progress.
You would never guess.
Everything is so quiet.
The prisoner never cries for help.
Once you open the barrel
There will be blood all over.
“Your thoughts become things!”Rhonda Byrne, The Secret
Your thoughts will rise.
Your thoughts will walk the earth.
Wherever you go,
They will follow.
They have no choice.
It is Day 11 in our April poetry marathon. Today I have written two poems. I wrote the first one using the NaPoWriMo prompt for today, which was to write a wine poem. Then I couldn't resist today's PAD prompt, which was to "make a statement the title of your poem and either respond to or expand upon the title". I just had to fool around with that one a little bit. Cheers!