Ordinary Wine

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A poetic offering today…

Ordinary Wine

You don’t know what it’s like to be wounded.

Your comfort cloaks you

and like Job

before the storm

you are safe,

shelved-

fruit preserved in a jar

sweet, savored, and

saved for special occasions.

Oh, you are applauded,

all rejoice in your splendor.

***

But, I am ordinary wine,

crushed,

spilled out daily

set out on the table

to comfort,

pouring forth grace for difficult days…

common,

unnoticed-

until the bottle goes dry;

reminder of yesterday’s joy.

 ***

©2015 Dawn Paoletta

Linking with my friends at dVerse for Poetics and the perfectly timed and themed topic of Everyday Poetry, thanks to Gabriella. It’s been awhile.

Published by enthusiasticallydawn

Dawn Paoletta is a life enthusiast who loves to juggle words, chug coffee, and journal excessively. You can find her gathering stones on the beach most mornings. She enjoys hanging out with her hubby, daughter and family pets in Narragansett, RI and shares her passion, poetry and prose @Enthusiastically, Dawn.

12 thoughts on “Ordinary Wine

  1. Well, I have always enjoyed ‘ordinary wine.’ Most of life is, I think. There is something comforting in the daily-ness of it for both difficult and good days!

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  2. And no one pours new wine into old wineskins. Otherwise, the wine will burst the skins, and both the wine and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins.

    Crushed daily…dying daily…to self, that grace might be poured out…if truly lived beyond words, is def a sacred life – few achieve.

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    1. I think I have just about determined, if someone mentions god, or worship, or how spiritual they are — you might as well skip them, because they never return visits. Enjoy your god.

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  3. So hard when the wine of life dries up..
    been there done it for too long in
    life.. just to be wine.. at all.. is
    great.. to appreciate the
    simple is enough
    for me..:)

    But haha! it doesn’t
    always come out
    that way.. for
    now my
    chalice
    runneth over
    at least.:)

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  4. There is ordinary wine and ordinary wine. In some parts of the world, they keep this ordinary wine for those in the know. Glad to see you here, Dawn!

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  5. I have prided myself on being blue-collar, of the working horde, ordinary wine, but a fine vintage, not the two-buck chuck, T-bird, Boone’s Farm swill. Your metaphor is lovely, truthful, interesting, & creative; & nice to make your acquaintance.

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  6. you know – i prefer the ordinary wine – those that are willing to spill out their lives daily – much better than those special occasion christians… a great metaphor

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