Andrea Dietrich Poet Sonnet

Sour Grapes

When I was young, I spent one summer day
at Grandma’s. There, some grapes I spied looked fine.
Yet even now I can’t recall the way
they grew! I'd known that grapes grow on a vine,
and yet on vines I don’t think these grapes grew.
I’m picturing them on a bush instead!
I’m pretty sure they seemed a hue of blue,
or were they purple? Tempted, I was led
by their plump look to pluck them eagerly.
A child was I, and simple things I found
like lovely grapes could fill my heart with glee.
I tasted one; then spat it on the ground!

How like those grapes are other things I’ve tried
in life – things looking sweet, yet sour inside!

Written Sept. 1, 2018

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Rukhsana Afridi September 9, 2018 at 9:11 PM Yes, grapes are quite tasty. I like the description of the sour grapes.

Jack Horne September 6, 2018 at 7:30 AM yes, such truth in that last line, my friend x

Richard Lamoureux September 5, 2018 at 7:39 AM I too have had my share of sour grapes. Well expressed Andrea.

Lindsay Laurie September 3, 2018 at 9:56 PM Hello Andrea … you are a 'master' or should I say 'mistress' of sonnets, and life certainly has a number of bitterness we get to swallow - thank you Andrea - Lindsay

John Lawless September 3, 2018 at 7:39 AM ..that's why its always good to have a little brother tagging along.....hehehee Very nice take on the theme Andrea with a humorous sonnet

M. L. Kiser September 2, 2018 at 11:04 PM Eugh! Had that experience with a cherry from my tree, once; it just wasn't quite ripe, although it looked ripe. A well done sonnet; great imagery and flow. Andrea Dietrich September 3, 2018 at 12:40 AM There seems to be some types of fruits that grow wild and never taste good. LIke my plum tree. I've never tasted anything good on that tree. It's a decorative plum tree I was told. Those grapes I saw in my youth seemed plenty ripe to me. But who knows. Maybe they eventually ripened after all.

Janice Canerdy September 2, 2018 at 8:22 PM I REALLY like this sonnet--the way it tells a true story leading up to the theme! Janice

Arturo Michael September 2, 2018 at 7:30 PM Yes, so true ... sweeter looking but sour...A nice write Andrea...All the best my friend

Connie Marcum Wong September 2, 2018 at 6:54 PM Ahhh it takes patience to let them ripen. But I clearly get your meaning here Andrea. A great entry for the contest with a meaningful message! : )

Vijay Pandit September 2, 2018 at 2:52 PM A story told so simply creates a beautiful Sonnet ...only in words of an expert pen. Perfect, as always, Andrea.

Charlie Smith September 2, 2018 at 2:15 PM Clever take Andrea, best wishes...

Tom Cunningham September 2, 2018 at 12:41 PM You could relate this to people, sweet outside but inside a different story. Great write Andrea. Tom

Jan Allison September 2, 2018 at 11:25 AM what a lovely take on the sour grapes theme:-) hugs Jan xx

Susan Ashley September 2, 2018 at 10:35 AM Indeed! I love the spirit of your beautiful sonnet, Andrea. Your charming childhood reverie sets up perfectly the wonderful emotional impact of your closing couplet. Well done and enjoyed! Best wishes for a win.. ~Susan