maybe that’s where eve lives–

uphill, in the vineyard, immediately,
behind the house, i walk,
four little kids in tow & muddy
rubber boots,

on balmy evenings
before dark, quiet paths &
barefoot on brown soil,
breathing

craZy at times, in a downpour,
orientation lost like that funny
woman, who walks her dog
by letting him
run behind her car on noGo roads, &

exHaust in my face as

autumn throws
her golden gown,
absorbed in thoughts, pressed
in the wind, i sit

by the grapes, (too close– i know),
giggling daisies brush my bare knees,
passed the “DoN’t pAss” sign
already (I’m just– dang it– I’M
No thiEf) &

through slightly split lips,
distance shrinks,
just oNce– touCH their

firm, warm skin,
peel back& rel//Ease

—-stripeS of
——juicy flesh, their
rib(Less)cage
——–against my teeth–

tabooed teRritory, in a
sudden shiver, pull my hand back,
blisters on my fingertips, i
DaMnKnow– StoP

iT.

though the loNGing

almost kills me.

.

Mary has us writing Leonard Cohen or sense of place poems– first thing that jumped to my mind was the vineyard behind our house.. took the kids there for walks, rain or shine..ha… and when hubs came home from work in the evening, i left him with kids and greasy pans and ran up the hill, just to have a bit of space to breathe…many good times up there, many a battle fought as well..smiles..dVerse pub doors open at 3pm EST

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55 responses to “maybe that’s where eve lives–

  1. I know where Eve lives … I am the ultimate Eve … living in -30C below for 5 months … taking care of my family and the animals … I feel like screaming sometimes … but … goddamnit, I love this country … I do … why … I don’t care to know … Love you, and your poetry, C … maybe that’s what’s keeping me going, eh? Always, cat.

    • maybe that’s where eve lives–
      “autumn throws
      her golden gown,
      absorbed in thoughts, pressed
      in the wind, i sit

      by the grapes, (too close– i know…)”

      You have captured through your [descriptive] poetic words your memory Of your visit to the vine-yard [behind your house] rain or shine with your children in tow… too!
      Thanks, for sharing!
      deedee 🙂

  2. “Autumn throws her golden gown,”-beautiful, evocative,
    “giggling daisies!” – well now, who’d a thought that one, unique and wonderful, playful even, thank you!!
    “longing almost kills me,” – doesn’t it often.
    I always love your writing, always loving reading the words, every now and then they move beyond and are so special, slightly wordless in admiration and gratitude.
    I will try and drop by d’verse, I enjoyed my first visit and intend being there again when I can.

  3. ha. i have a grape arbor in the back yard…and could eat them til i get sick…i enjoyed walking with you and your little ones…it is an adventure…esp if you begin to see it through their eyes a bit…that is a bit of the magic in this that you captured…to me…love ribless cage and tattooed territory…

  4. Claudia, your poetic canvas has once again been stroked delicately with the most vivid of colors to draw in the soul. We mortals closely identify with Edenic desires, anguished restraint, unbridled passion, pleasure’s fulfillment and the sting of self-reproach and consequence. You are a very deep well, Claudia, and I believe your cistern is located to the east of Eden… Look! We’re neighbors! 🙂 Eric

  5. Your title caught my attention immediately! Love the description of the walk with four kids. I smiled about the unusual way the one lady walked her dog & enjoyed all of the wordplay.How lucky you are to have a vineyard so close!! That would be a little bit of heaven, and I would sit by the grapes too. And oh, I understand the temptation to EAT! Thank you for sharing this PLACE in your poem today, Claudia!

  6. Oh this sounds so inviting to me. Wish I had a vineyard to walk through. All memories are like dreams and this poem is a dream I could see clearly in my mind. I really like this. Have a good weekend Claudia.

  7. WOW. I breezed up the vineyard hill with the narrator–she must have outrun the four children (four?)–inhaling the intoxication from your words. Did the four drink it in like the dog did the exhaust? It is so easy to play all the roles as I read your poem, especially Eve sitting by the forbidden fruit. Brilliant! I had so much fun in this poem.

  8. We all need our secret strolls, that quiet path along the river in the trees, that special place that just seems to resonate with our unique vibes; enjoyed the stroll, and like Eve, you did have trouble with desire; but then, who doesn’t?

  9. I am so mesmerized by your words and the language you use. You paint a million images throughout your work and I love to wander around in them just looking from one to the next and back again. Simply wonderful!

  10. I like the autumn’s throwing of gown, grapes and daisies, peel back and release ~

    Don’t we all have/need our own little corner, away from family and real life ~

    Happy Saturday ~

  11. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!

    Love the giggling daisies too – your words Claudia – well, they are just beautiful.

    Cannot remember when they were not a pleasure to read – because this is probably impossible!

    Anna :o]

  12. I see ‘don’t pass’ , then see right through it. Read it few times and took in different directions within my mind -that is the beauty of the piece.

    • I need to remind myself ‘do not comment after midnight’. My apologies for my broken typing and incomplete train of thought. This was even better in the light of the day.

  13. What a special place that must have been…muddy boots or shine…now the backyard vineyard is infamous as a Cohen-Claudia Schoenfeld piece of poetic art!!

  14. German Grandma had grape arbor–and we had one on farm. Loved both of them as hiding places stocked with “food”.

    In Michigan, many years ago was a grape arbor where two neighbor farm wives met daily to gossip, among other things. Both were named Ann. Their husbands founded a town there, naming it Ann Arbor. Isn’t that SWEET, I mean REALLY!

  15. I thought I would mention is passing that you are just about the only poet I know who works with sTicky caPs without annoying me. They just seem right. They seem to indicate – somehow – spikes in your thought.

    I thought you might be interested in one of my ‘sense of place’ poems. It is deliberately prosaic in its expression, because I wanted to give it a deal of clarity.
    http://mairibheag.com/2011/09/18/a-woman-on-the-edge-workshop-project-of-prose-and-poetry-part-2/

  16. …i like the many rich imagery here Claudia… very tangible & real… a day in life like this was indeed really fun yet the happiness from the outer view wasn’t enough to fill the emptiness felt inside…sometimes we need to be alone and find time to self… just to be able to release and have space at least well enough to breathe in… very fascinating read and an enjoyable one… smiles…

  17. It may be all evening before that smile leaves my face. “Giggling daisies”, of course you have found Eve! 🙂 Delicious!
    Who knows, I may hear her laughter in my dreams…

  18. I’m sure a few grapes weren’t missed and to get away by yourself….hmmmm, just the thought of it. I had no such recourse and with five children I so needed it. Lucky you. I love this write.

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