In vino veritas
My relationship to poetry
is much like mine to wine
I don’t know the terminology
but I know what I like
what flows into me
with soft notes of currant
or spicy pepper
subtle pleasures that
have me sipping more
and slipping into giddy
Once someone talked to me
about the poetic use of anaphora
and I momentarily pictured
elegant Greek vases
crusted in time
holders of sweet, secret ambrosia…
Was I so wrong?
©Molly Hogan
This week’s Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Carol Varsalona at her blog, Beyond Literacy Link.
Nix the comfort zone 
That was a pleasant, sipping poem, Molly! I enjoyed swirling the soft notes of current and the spicy pepper in my mouth!
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Thanks! Glad you enjoyed the vintage 😉
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When I say I don’t like syrah, husband reminds me that I just haven’t met one I like yet. Feels like there’s something in there akin to poetry. I don’t like everything, but I know when I do like something. And I’m willing to keep looking.
🙂
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I have definite preferences in wine and poetry, but the anaphora/amphora story that sparked this poem is sadly based in truth! lol
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Yes, to this lovely metaphor for poetry, “I know what I like” and the whole stanza about anaphora thinking of elegant Greek vases. This poem goes down like fine wine (or the kind I like that is cheap but tastes expensive).
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Sounds like you have a refined palate 😉
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This is wonderful, Molly. I can never keep all the poetic terms straight and have to look them up constantly. But that’s okay. For me, poetry is the sound and the feel…I love your anaphora lines–made me laugh!
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This really happened during one of our Inkling meetings, lol. I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who can’t remember these things!
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Knowing self and being able to write lyrically about your loves is a nice thing, Molly. I hear your voice coming through so beautifully!
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Thanks, Linda!
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Not wrong at all! Love how this begins with a line that could make me giggle and ends with one that makes me say, wow.
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Molly I love this analogy – I think it matches very well with my chicken poem. It’s as if we were sharing a meal together 🙂
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Beautiful! I never thought of poetry like wine! Secret Ambrosia – love it!
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No, not at all! I totally understand what you mean. Isn’t that communication nonetheless! Poets, in the main, must be wine drinkers! Or perhaps it’s weed they find love in their hearts for!
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Not so wrong at all. So much right here. 🙂 ❤️
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