Aging like fine wine? poem by Rosemerry
(reposted from A Hundred Falling Veils)

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s poem is about aging and wine. Her humane, specific reflections push way beyond the cliche “aging like fine wine.”
Aging
The wine in the glass remembers the long days in darkness how it couldn’t breathe, how it lost its scent of grape and became more grapefruit, more green pepper, more grass. How it lost its harsh taste, lost its astringence, and became rounder, more smooth, more wine. I, too, am changing in these long days. I, too, am converting what I’ve known into what I will be. I, too, am becoming something I almost don’t recognize— heady with transformation, yet tethered by memory of what it was like to feel trapped, what it was like to steep in that darkness, to have to learn to trust whatever came next.
A Hundred Falling Veils is a blog I visit often. Poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer posts a poem there every day. I like their richness, their humanity in lines that are clear although often startling. The balance she strikes between pattern and surprise appeals to me. She pushes me just a little further every time, kindly.
LOVE the poem (and I don’t even drink wine!). It’s good to have friends who push you to be your best.:-)
That’s a very good way to think about aging. Thanks for sharing it.
It starts with going deeper into an idea that we usually skate over the surface of. [Sentence ending with a preposition. Ed.]
Occasionally she participates in on line poetry workshops too. I don’t know how the time zones would work for you, but they are very inspiring. Great prompts for poems.
So you know this wonderful poet! I love her work.
I met here through another blog. She is great.
Beautifully written …… Big fan 🙂
Ditto!