Wine

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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110 thoughts on “Wine

      1. 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.

  1. “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.

    1. 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.

  2. 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!

    1. 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.

  3. 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!

  4. 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!

    1. 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

  5. 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

    1. 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

  6. 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.

  7. 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

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