|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|Delicious! Beautiful what you've done there, juicy,
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|This begins kind of flirty and ends with the sadness of lost love. Excellent write. I have been eating grapes like they're going out of style. They are soooo good after letting them stay in the freezer.|
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by Susan de Vegter
|The metaphors induce a world of thoughts here eT. Grapes are also one of the cancer fighting foods I heard john Tesh speak about yesterday.
Your wine goes well with Jerry's quail this morning and here I am with jez cereal.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Ah! WHOLE LOTTA METAPHORS heah, M'Lady. Gotta love it!|
|Reviewed by Huda Orfali
I like the fickle sense you display at the end of the poem
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
They can either be the Grapes of Desire or the Grapes of Wrath...:)
It all depends on who and how we choose in life...
The Watchword is Caution...All is not as it seems !
A great cryptic write, you are the past master at these beauties Eileen
Love and Blessings
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Well written....a fruit in it's natural form cannot hurt you as bad as the fermented kind!!
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Nature and people are fickle.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|sounds like the wine is working ;)|
|Reviewed by Missy Cross
|Suddenly I am both hungry and thirsty, in the most visceral way, for the taste of the fruit, the kiss of the sun, and the breeze in the grove. Thanks for this, it was delish!|
|Reviewed by Denise Edwards
|The title draws you in,,,and the poem itself leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth! How true, being of the much"plucked" class, I well know the meaning of this superb write! Thanks!|
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Thought they crushed it with bare feet into a fine wine...? ed|