Grapes of Thought
May 20,2008
Poetry has always been my wine of choice
My life experiences are seeds planted long ago
Time is the rich soil needed to nuture my words
The keyboard, the exact mixture of sun and rain
This screen is the vinyard where words blossom
I could wait for years before this vine bears fruit
But when the fruit is ripe enough it is carefully picked
Sometimes my wine is aged too much and becomes bitter
Other times when I take a sip my wine it tastes just right
I get drunk tasting written grapes of thought
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