Lusty ripe purple red delish to the taste ready for plucking to be chewed or to drink when crushed oh so terrif***ly lush but not enough to hold ones interest for long when the vine withers so do the pluckers and tasters who leave to find newer fruit
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.
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.
Susan
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 12, 2006
Ah! WHOLE LOTTA METAPHORS heah, M'Lady. Gotta love it!
Eileen
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
Peter
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!
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!
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Love, B&R
Your wine goes well with Jerry's quail this morning and here I am with jez cereal.
Susan
I like the fickle sense you display at the end of the poem
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
Peter
Love Tinka