Open Poetry #40 |
The Fountain of Ever-lasting Wine (re-done for 2007) |
Jaime Fradera Senior Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 843Where no tyranny is tolerable |
The time is late afternoon. I'm taken as a guest to what is supposed to be a lavish, luxury apartment. The apartment is a single room efficiency. The place is empty, except that, in the center of the room, there is a fountain that overflows with wine. The column of wine sprays into the air, but curiously, it does not fall or spill. Instead, it just evaporates, filling the air with its bracing, invigorating scent. I ponder: How could the operator of this business afford to throw away good wine like that? I am fascinated by the fountain and, as I approach, it comes to me that the wine is inexhaustible and everlasting, that the wine is ever flowing in the room whether anyone is living there or not. As I bend down over the fountain, it reaches up to find me. I drink and drink and drink for an eternity of life. The wine is strong and sweet and cold. It bubbles in my mouth as if champagne. Then I remember I'm on medication, and tell myself to be more careful. I step outside into a courtyard, feeling the distant heat of a Sun low in the sky. Then I'm in a circle with others holding hands. It seems to be some kind of ritual, like the ones we use to have in church. Some of them are friends and some are strangers; and some are of uncertain gender. I want to tell them of the unfurnished, luxury apartment; I want to tell them about the fountain of ever-lasting wine. Suddenly the group is in my own apartment. A middle-aged woman standing near me takes my hand, because it is almost time to go. She is shimmering, beautiful and very tall. she tells me that she knows I want someone to be with me, that she can't do that and doesn't have the time. I tell her that I don't expect that anyone will give me anything. I tell her I already know that people are already occupied, already busy with their own affairs, that no one in the world owes me a living. Then she tells me that, because of this, because I demand nothing, because I can never take for granted the gifts others may give to me, because nothing is required of her to do, she will stand always at my side. Then, she begins to shimmer, she grows taller and yet taller. I want to say how I revere her, to say how I look up to her. I stand on tip-toes to whisper in her ear. Then, as she she continues to shimmer, she takes me in her waiting arms. Doesn't the everlasting fount spring from the spirit? Isn't the enchanted garden found within? Floating in the tropopause Southern Cross |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
good.good.imagination! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
BRAVO! well done Jaime! An enjoyable "sip" of divine wine from a fountain of friendship. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Jaime, your "re-done" was VERY well-done!!! I thoroughly enjoyed this sip of divine wine! Love & the Living Fount, EA |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
very effective 'write' well done! |
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