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
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.
Hi! Claudia…
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 🙂
By the way, I hope that you and your readers, have a nice week-end… too!
“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.
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…
Quite the grand tour you took us on, showing it through you and also the kids view, used to have a field where I`d go to run to and fro.
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
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!
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.
Sounds wonderful, Claudia… somewhere I’d love to escape to as well.
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.
I love the sense of presence here…not to mention your way with interrupting yourself in middle of a curse…smiles..
OMG Claudia ~ you write the most amazing poetry ~ yet another evocative, engaging piece ~ wonderful
another stunning offering, Claudia. love this
This is lovely. Enjoyed running the vineyards with you.
This reminds me of a secret “cave” I had as a child under the scuppernong vines. I haven’t thought of that in ages. Nice narrative – I enjoyed it!
Grapes! Sounds pretty good. A very palpable and sensual sense of longing here – the grapes like a person there, or one’s self, waiting to be touched. k.
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?
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!
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 ~
That was a very good one, thanks for taking me along.
A beautiful stroll through memories and senses, gorgeous as ever Claudia.
Enjoyed walking with you in the vineyard – good job we bought grapes earlier today 🙂
I love the giggling daisies 🙂 sounds like a lovely place.
Ah…so tempting…of course Eve they say had someone to encourage her action…of just one little bite.
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]
What a glorious place, this reminded me of the orchard on the farm we lived on, I loved wandering through that place… thanks so much what pleasurable memory to share.
Started out with four little kids in tow and ended (for me) with forbidden “touching”…. So many aspects to that Eve, eh?
Love this – all the yearning – all the towing – all the different emotions mashed together and in what better place? A wine/vine arbour? Excellent and vivid with your own twist Claudia; brilliant as always …
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The viewpoint of a child, told in her own words, is perfect. So admirable.
Love this
blisters from grapes! nooooo. too tasty to be dangerous. the grapevines sound lovely =)
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.
“Autumn throws her gold gown” — what a wonderful line! ~ Jason
excellent visuals here, but the reflection and Biblical allusion make this piece for me. So nice tied in here. Thanks
Hi, Claudia. The description leaves me longing for my childhood visits to our relative’s vineyard. I enjoyed the trip back into time. 🙂
Vividly done!
stripeS of
——juicy flesh, their
rib(Less)cage
——–against my teeth–
This impressed me more than somewhat.
Ah, yes, THAT place. But, let me make sure I understand this; you peeled grapes? I thought I was the only one that did that!
Love the write, Claudia!
Definitely where Eve lives! Your titles always get me… and that line about the ribless cage.
So rich I feel I can reach out and touch it. Beautiful.
Cohen and autumn go hand in hand and you captured his the nostalgic feel of many of his songs.. A real beauty of a poem. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
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!!
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!
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.
Sounds like a wonderful place to breathe 🙂 love this !
…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…
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…
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.
A wonderful walk … Unlike Eve, you did need the slithery snake to temp. 🙂
Claudia, so many phrases that I loved! barefoot on brown soil, breathing–giggling daisies, rib(Less) cage–that was brilliant! Another tasty write 🙂
May be, may be not…
A rich source!