terroir

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I like how simple this poem is. It gives such an air of mystery around it, how the persona doesn't explain the significance of terroir and instead leave one simple mark in it. It shows how some poems are not meant to be read or understood, and just there for the outer purpose of it. My suggestion though is to completely erase the mark and leave this poem blank - this, in my opinion, would make the readers swell in emotions.

Keep up the good job!

mm wish I was around to have read this.

This is a unique and creative poem, inkwell. Well done! I like how, in the space of four lines, you can communicate so much meaning. This poem is vivid, it is interesting, and it catches the eyes of your readers and leaves them mystified. In all, it's wonderful the kind of an impact that it leaves in the reader's minds. I can envision these vines, which I sort of imagine as the tendrils and threads of life itself, crawling into the house and all of the property of the narrator. This beginning reminds me of the way that life and its aspects perturbs all, no matter how secluded or how fierce the place may be. In particular, when you described vines going under the narrator's pillow, I couldn't help but think of our dreams and our idealistic visions, which could be portrayed as the pillows that we sleep upon. The ending, too, is also powerful. It makes me think of grabbing life and shaking it for what it's worth. Somewhat like "when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade," but communicated in a much more vivid, and unique manner. As such, the general overlay and message of this poem is powerful.

I'd like to point out a few things that I can't say I entirely liked in this poem, however. First and foremost, I'm not sure I like the disconnect between the second and third lines of the poem. In the second line, we focus upon the vines depositing their leaves on the windows, porch, trees, and fence. However, in the third line, we shift from those objects, all of which are located on/around the exterior of the house, to the pillow of the bed that is inside the house. This change in setting seems a bit too sudden and quick for my linking. In all, this 'rift,' or so I think of it, doesn't sit precisely well with me, and, as a suggestion, you could perhaps try and deepen the connection between the second and third lines more vividly and clearly through displaying the vines traveling within the house, perhaps. Lastly, I think that a semicolon would more nicely tie together the conclusion of the third line and the beginning of the fourth line a little more clearly. It would thus align all four lines of the poem within one, smoothly running sentence, while still preserving the pause breaks that you have so carefully stationed within this poem. I know that I'm probably nitpicking it at this point, but those are just my opinions, and you can take them either way.

In conclusion, however, I loved this poem. It is vivid, it communicates an extraordinarily large amount of meaning in the space of a few lines, and I enjoyed reading it from start to finish. As such, I must say that it is yet another excellent poem that you have presented here, and I'm impressed. Well done!

The rhythm flows as gently as rolling hills in the countryside. Not the deepest work, but a pleasure to read and view, like a beautiful portrait. Thank you for another fine poem.

Hello, steampowered here for a review! Since this is such a short poem it’s probably going to end up being an awfully short review, but I’ll try my best to leave you with some decent feedback.

To be honest, I’m not a big fan of non-rhyming poems. On the other hand, this poem was, in short, simply amazing. Despite its modest length, I feel like it leaves room for interpretation. Perhaps making the “wine” could mean making the most of the opportunities that have come into the narrator’s life. Or perhaps there’s another meaning, or maybe you didn’t have any particular interpretation in mind when you wrote this. That’s just an idea that came into my head.

If I had to give a critique (which I feel like I should because this, after all, is a review) I would suggest perhaps changing the title – unless of course you’ve deliberately chosen to leave it ambiguous. I’m not sure what Terroir is, but it sounds a bit like a type of wine, so I suppose there’s an actual link to the contents of the poem.

Hopefully this review was encouraging if not particularly helpful, and I’d love to read more of your future poems. If you ever need anything reviewed, feel free to drop me a PM or post a message on my wall, and I’ll be more than happy to read and review it for you. Keep writing!