Bottled Poetry

Bottled Poetry

A Poem by Lydia
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“Wine is bottled poetry” ~~ Robert Lewis Stevenson

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“Opus One, Caymus, SilverOak” by Sharareh Chakamian

courtesy of Sheri’s art studio on etsy.com

 

 

 

 

 

Rich fruit mingles with savory herbs
        a long and luscious decant
               fresh and fragrant
                  serious and age-worthy


Glasses touch seductively
       swirling Merlot
              empty spaces filled
                   pounding passion of grapes


Acquiesce to the mystery
      yield to temptation on the tongue
           touch its world with intimacy
                 feel it invade private places


Urgent thirsty whispers
       dream of concupiscence
            the fruit of the vine
                fetchingly follows

 

© 2013 Lydia


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This one's your classic brand of bottled poetry, Lydi. It is one to be preserved till the end of time. Such a sinfully rich poem ...i feel overwhelmed from the aromas, feel ,taste and texture of it. and that's the way it should always be :). Exquisite poetry, Lydi.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Lydia

6 Years Ago

Indeed, Sanober....you spent so much time reading me today. I appreciate you! Lydi**



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Oh, Lydi! This is elegance - total elegance, a favourite too :) Superb piece! x

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia

6 Years Ago

Thank you very much, Poppy! Lydi**
Ruth

6 Years Ago

Most welcome :)
LOVE THIS POEM!!
Simply REMARKABLE.
Amazing flow of words.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia

6 Years Ago

You are so kind. thanks again. Lydi**
Fletcher, a name , a place.
Appalachia, a name , a place.
Muscadine , a name, a wine.Sweet Sweet I Shutter.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Lydia

6 Years Ago

You are definitely unique. Thanks for reading my words. Lydi
This one's your classic brand of bottled poetry, Lydi. It is one to be preserved till the end of time. Such a sinfully rich poem ...i feel overwhelmed from the aromas, feel ,taste and texture of it. and that's the way it should always be :). Exquisite poetry, Lydi.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia

6 Years Ago

Indeed, Sanober....you spent so much time reading me today. I appreciate you! Lydi**
I really enjoy your particular style of writing, its so fresh in comparison to the others I've read. Very nice!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia

6 Years Ago

Thank you very much. Lydi*
I Love a glass merlot or Cabernet Savignon and your poem is like freshly open bottle with it's aromatics that wafts in the air when I inhale in...yum.

A beautiful words of Art, Madame Lydi. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia

6 Years Ago

Thanks very much, Ev. It means a lot to me that you continue to read my words. Lydi**
¥ay $wagger

6 Years Ago

You are very welcome, Madame Lydi. :)
I LOVE this one.. Lydi this is so good. I love the style. This line here
"temptation on the tongue
touch its world with intimacy
feel it invade private places" very sensual and we all know how drinking really can get into the personal space of sensuality.. If stanzas 2 and 4 were switched the capitalized word would read Ragu.. Then we could have spaghetti with our wine? lol hugs, Rose

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia

6 Years Ago

Giggling here....a little vino with Italian food is always appropriate, right? LOL thanks for the .. read more
Wow, such passion and emotion in these words, very deep and powerful... I loved it, Lydia. Your poetry is an inspiration to this young writer...

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Lydia

6 Years Ago

Thank you, Eva. I am happy to read that. lydi**
Interesting. Yes, there is a sort of lust here, a sexual longing. Ah, the grape! Had a wonderful Roth cab last night. Such fruit and depth. Almost black in color, and soft and creamy on the tongue. Slight sweetness and a wonderful finish.

From my poem "Omar Khayyam":

Take heed, you, then to wisdom absolute:
Once kissed by death, all worldly cares are moot!
And once into the cold grave you descend,
You’ll ne’er again taste of the grape’s sweet fruit.

So listen to the wise old Persian sage,
Who was the finest mind of his whole age,
And with Khayyam, we’ll ruby beverage sip,
And spring the lock of sad life’s sorrows’ cage.

Kudos to a fellow admirer of the grape! High marks.

Best regards,

Rick

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Rick.....going to check out your poem now. Lydi**
Rick Puetter

6 Years Ago

You are most welcome, Lydi. A wonderful poem.
Glasses touch seductively
swirling Merlot
empty spaces filled
pounding passion of grapes

I wish I was a grape right now haa....beautifully and sensuously penned Lydi...Loved it...Rose:)


Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia

6 Years Ago

Thanks very much, Rose. Have a great evening. Lydi**

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