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Sour Grapes

The fruits hang low, a tantalizing tease –
sweet dreams that grow on blossom’s tender vines,
and flirt a tempting envy in the breeze
to drip its suckled breast with precious wines.
She sweeps with careful pleasure through the leaves
to harvest what was tender for the day;
a labor loved beneath the arbor eaves
as sunlight sprinkles hope within their sway.
It is inside this envy that I learn
the secrets that a patient mind should grasp;
the obvious is not what you should yearn,
but truths that lie unseen within the task.
So often what desire cannot reach
Is left for lost posterity to teach.

(Envy can be a good thing if we are inspired to be better,
the cherished harvest of the vine is not only the grape.)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 9/12/2018 7:40:00 PM
You must have wished to be out there picking with a lovely damsel, you captured the essence of harvest
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Date: 8/15/2018 10:01:00 AM
Craig, the ripe nectar of your wise insights are here poetically placed into the skins of grapes. A wonderful and memorable write my friend!
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craig cornish
Date: 8/17/2018 2:52:00 PM
Is this my old friend David---thank you
Date: 8/14/2018 2:31:00 PM
the grape's nectar finally ripened is what we are all jealous of, craig...woven with distinction....huggs
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Date: 8/14/2018 3:02:00 PM
Thank you Dear Nette and don't forget the young tender grape leaves wrapped around seasoned rice, pine nuts and ground lamb (unless you're a vegan, then forget the meat) in a egg and lemon sauce (in Greek, Avgolemono)--to savor. 8-) Yes, the vine yields more than just the grapes.