Neopoet

Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

vandiemenspeak
vandiemenspeak
Jan 30, 2018 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Bacchus

Bacchus

No dark tide of wine can wash
the whale tongue that bleats of fear,
no miracle grape or grain
can coax the whittle wind to dissapear

When silence comes, grasp rushing in
between the lips of miracles shelved
which prophet water will benign begin
to wash the warring wounded self?

Trust then, not in cities
and rationale of fevered minds,
rather find the quiet quell inducing blood
of holy wine

And if this deed will not suffice,
find a fellow mind: entice them
in to your dance of life
and leave the aching sea behind

For all it's flots, and all it's jets
the raging sea soon forgets
and leaves you stranger, on a shore
when you should be with one adored.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: The subject matter is plain enough, I hope to grasp. This is a simple observational piece. The God of wine and various other things abounds. Cheers, Chris.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Tasmania, AUS

Favorite Poets: Glen Richards, Thomas Hardy, Phillip Larkin, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Carol Ann Duffy , Ani DiFranco, Seamus Heaney, Emily Dickinson, T. S. Elliot

More from this author

Comments

Eumolpus

Eumolpus

7 years 5 months ago

nice poem

Although I don't drink wine much anymore, just puts me to sleep, I'm fond of drinking poems, especially by Li Po and Apollinaire. I especially like this stanza:

Trust then, not in cities
and rationale of fevered minds,
rather find the quiet quell inducing blood
of holy wine

I think you have done well with this limited subject.

..

Geezer

Geezer

7 years 5 months ago

I GOT IT!...

I'm not a wine drinker either, but can appreciate the thought! To each their own, and whatever floats your boat! [some of us prefer beer or ale]. Nice work! ~ Geezer.
.

vandiemenspeak

vandiemenspeak

7 years 5 months ago

Thanks Geez....

Yes, whatever your tipple - it can initially create, but too much destroys! I don't mind "decent" beer..not the mass produced Duff stuff.

Thanks for getting it.

Cheers,

Chris.

IRiz

IRiz

7 years 5 months ago

I love this poem.

Interesting poem.
I like the image of whittle wind
it stays throughout the poem and meets you at the end lost on the shore.
I love wine. Its richness and unique tastes. It is always different even between seeps from the same glass. It is not here to solve problems but maybe to create
them. Yes it will leave you empty handed on a shore because it is an illusion. Beautiful illusion though.

vandiemenspeak

vandiemenspeak

7 years 5 months ago

Thanks Iriz..

Sometimes (sometimes) it creates beautiful poetry too! Sometimes, you look back on what you did the previous night and wonder..hmmmm..?

Thanks for reading (and getting the wind),

Chris.