A vine of dreams:
luscious grapes resign all fear
They bruise underfoot
barrels brim in earnest dark
and time turns into wine.
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Wine
A Holistic Journey
Finding my way back out of motherhood — while mothering
A vine of dreams:
luscious grapes resign all fear
They bruise underfoot
barrels brim in earnest dark
and time turns into wine.
Wikimedia Commons
A Holistic Journey 
The cup runneth over
*Smile* I hope to sip the spills, then.
Wow, how pretty is this photo I love it, also the poem.
Thanks, Shazza. I’ve been meaning to chk out your review, but found myself under the weather this wk. Gotta hop over.
You’re awesome, no worries, just feel better. I love your blog!!!
Thanks, Shazza. You’ve been awesome. And I have to add – I was surprised to realize you have such a grown daughter. Girl, you look dang young. I couldn’t find the Rush review so send me the link if you wrote it up.
Nicely penned!
Thanks, Kev.
Lovely poem and i really like the poetic images you used here.
The first stanza is absolutely graphic and evocative… Very nice 🙂
Cheers, Aquileana 😉
Beautiful: I love it!
Thanks, alrj! Always nice to hear someone loves my writing.
“They bruise underfoot
barrels brim in earnest dark
and time turns into wine.”
– I loved the ‘bruising underfoot’ – it reminded me of day long past when I would clamber into my grandpa’s barrel to help squelch the grapes. Your reference to time is beautiful and melancholy too.
How wonderful it elicited memories, Vic. The 2nd line was a toss-up between what I settled on and “barrels brim with alchemy.” The friends and bloggers I ran it liked both and where they differed, gave me an even split.
I am pleased you kept this one – there is beauty and depth in its simplicity. The alchemy is implied, but there is so much more besides.
Dreams vining, sometimes bruising, bursting into life’s wine–no reservations!
Lovely, poignant piece, HW. Love the extended metaphor and the knockout first line: [a] vine of dreams….Salute!
So appreciate the detailed feedback, Chloe. They must bruise to give up wine. I almost said “bleed” but didn’t want to overdo it. Sounded morose, and I’m a minimalist — and you certainly deserve this salute back for your awesome posts on passion.
lush verses (and beautiful photo of grapes) really enjoyed this and particularly liked “and time turns into wine.”
Thank you so much for the detailed feedback, DrgSc.
Beautiful poem. My husband makes homemade wine, mostly from grape juice – so of it is excellent, non undrinkable!
Oh, awesome!
Like wine, life can get better and better, I’d hope! Beautiful poetry, Diana.
Oh — what beautiful outlook, D! Was thinking of you this wk. Will visit, when I can. 😉
Like Diahan says, the vine should grow bigger and better each year. Some new grapes appear and others fall off. Harvest them while you can! Nice post! Ms. Wayfarer!
Thanks for the sweet (pun intended) encouragement, Andy.
A succulent poem, captures it perfectly. You should send this one to The Blue Hour magazine, it’s a WordPress site publishing poetry, do you know it? One of the editors, Moriah, makes wine, and would LOVE this poem, I’m sure!
Michele, you are awesome. You’ve been one amazing support. I am not familiar — I have not whacked the bushes for such online sites (for lack of time, homeschooling), though readers have encouraged me to seek publication of my poems. Can you send me the link? Thank you SO much. I’ll be revisiting when I can. Under the weather this week.
Xxxxxxxxxxxx Diana
Found it!
Great – go for it!
Reblogged this on Spiritual challenges .
Thank you. =) I appreciate the support you’ve shown.
Thanks, I especially like the phrase “earnest dark.”
Thx for letting me know. I told Vicbiggs in the comments above how that line barely beat out another just before posting. =)
very sweet poem. Thanks for share, Walter
Thanks for your time here, Walter. I appreciate the encouragement and support.
There is beauty in brevity.
Yes, there is, OR. =) Something I’ve talked of:
https://aholisticjourney.wordpress.com/2013/05/25/the-writing-process-save-spit-part-2/
But I’m glad for the beauty you imply in this poem. Thank you for the ongoing support.
Thirsty!
Ha ha ha . Well, go on and git some.
Hic!
LOL. Hope it hit the spot.
Yum, makes me want to sip some. The description only reminds us of what is involved before it gets to our lips. 🙂
Thanks, D.
spare, reflective and wise. thank you for sharing your lovely verse with me today. tony
Thank you for your time, Tony. I like the “spare” as much as the “wise.”
a future cup… this draws out the undying hope the soul clings to, nurtures and will surely appreciate even more when drunk. BEAUTIFUL verses! Faithfully Debbie
Oh, the rich, piquant sips of your thoughts, Debbie!
Beautiful words and photo; just lovely!
Lauren
Thanks, Lauren. I appreciate your visits.
As a wine lover I really liked your poem! Thanks for the recent like for one of my posts.
Thanks for letting me know, Ccrone. =)
This took me right back to a glorious visit to St Emilion, France, at harvest time. The sun shone through the leaves of the grapevine, the bunches of grapes were heavy on the vine, the wine conjured images of sun-bathed grapes, sweet and sharp at once….thanks for the memory. Mary
Thanks, Mary. I feel honored to have been able to capture such a moment of nature’s glory- and in gorgeous France, at that. I appreciate the visit.
Reblogged this on aksharaalu – Best Collections and commented:
Divine words of Wine
Divine words of Wine
beautiful lyrics – well placed
with regards
THANK you for the praise and reblog (and hearty support)! Diana
grapes are very tempting
I realize there’s a much deeper meaning to this post, but now I just want some wine 🙂
lol!
lol.
Well isn’t that what every writer would love to hear? Write about the Boogey Man, give you goosebumps. Write about the sun on the child’s face and run the rays into your heart. Write “wine” and make you want some.
ThAnk you!
lol
Write about wine, make your reader slightly tipsy 😉
LOL. Ooh — caught the hiccup.
LOL!
You woulda been more discreet if you hadn’t guzzled…
So true *hangs head*
I’ll try to write a poem on a bottle that’s gone bad (I’ll be vivid!) so you wrinkle your nose and lose your appetite for more.
I guess, by your feedback, ‘s a good thing I’ve kept this blog rated PG.
-)
I used to enjoy the vineyards of Napa Valley, and of course the vineyards of France are world famous too. This picture and verse bought back memories of happy visits.
I’m so glad, Ian. Wow. Such a CuLTuReD man.
=)
I still prefer fresh juicy grapes to their fermented version.
=) Don’t blame you. Although it means I didn’t succeed as a poet in this case. LOL!
Time turns into wine, love that, Diana. So many other things improve in life too, the fruits of perseverance, husbands, chocolate cake recipes, friendships, relationships, tolerance, forgiveness, wow.
Husbands? You said husbands?? LOL Hey, I love your reflection. Sounds like a post to me. ^^
Beautiful poem with a beautiful depiction for it in the photograph ! ^.^
Thanks. =) Appreciate your time.
My pleasure 🙂
Fabulous picture!
Thanks, Laurin. Public domain. But it went so well with my poem.
“Time turns into wine” as we together sail on Homer’s wine-dark sea. Lovely images, Diana. Thank you.
Thank you. =)
I love this picture, and the poem.
Thanks. Public domain, but it went so well w/ the words. =)
” time turns into wine.” And may it age well. –Curt
Thought you caught this last year. Thanks, C.
Last year? When was that? 🙂
Guess not. Or it wasn’t memorable nuff for you to recognize it lol. Thanks.
Actually, the comment was more like “when was last year?” 🙂 –C
lol
That’s so me, actually. How I go about my day. The moms at church stopped asking how my week went (each Sunday). Because I’d always say, “Uh…I don’t remember.”
There are reasons why I keep a journal. (grin) At least the blog reminds me of where I have been.
LOL. Unforgettable journal, for sure. *wink*
Can I have a glass?
Ha ha ha
*pOp cork
po-o-our*
Cheers, my friend!
Lovely poem, D. Great poem of fruit turning into drink. Time always makes things better 🙂
Yes, it does… =)
Xx
Was your inspiration a glass of Pinot Noir you were holding?
My inspiration was the thought of grapes turning into wine LOL!!
No. You know I’d never be so simple.
It was dreams. Of transformation.
Many days I seriously wish I tolerated alchohol. ^^
Something to work on, I guess.
LOL I have too many things to work on.
Hello Diana, visiting your blog is such a pleasure! I should do it more oftenly. There may be nothing for a poem to change / But an atmosphere. And so you changed the atmosphere of my Saturday morning.
Luana
Oh, the lovely feedback…! =) Thanks so much for the golden word, Luana.
Love,
Diana
What a terrific ode to the Gods!
Oh. Wait. Wine. I mean wine.
What a great ode to wine!
Thanks, Tahira. =) I appreciate the follow. Welcome to A Holistic Journey.
Diana
And cheers to that 🙂
=)
Beautiful in so many ways. I love when I read something and then just sit silently and contemplate on it.
i appreciate the thoughtful word and follow. =) Hope things are well.
Freezing here -35 C brrrr but other than that I am well!
Omg!
I know right? I use to live on Vancouver Island – I’m just kicking myself right now for moving back to Alberta!
Spring isn’t far off. =)