Purple Gang
Dangling under shadows
Of green umbrellas
A sweet acidic
cluster of pulp,
Attacks curious tongues
But…
letting them rest for too long
turns their mood sour.
©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)
this poem is linked to d’versepoets.com(Poetics)
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One Single Impression( Sour Grapes)
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nice..i have a grape arbor in the back yard…and for a very short season i harvest and eat them until nearly sick…oh i love them though…and yeah you dont want them in a sour mood…smiles.
Get them fresh, oh yes! – unless they’re bottled for wine.
Nicely done. Without the pic I would have placed this write in a more urban setting.
The last two lines represent a distinct change of mood. I like that.
A nicely rendered piece on our understanding of the world we tend. I like the way you present the fruit that is and then quietly but surely remember that fruit must be harvested lest it spoil. You’ve brought us to that in such a way that we are astonished, as though for the first time, of this elemental truth. Thus, we must tend to the gentle rhythms of growth and harvest to be completely aware of ourselves in this world given to us to tender its bounty.
Your strengths are your very precise images, and the way you make the most use of the senses in the poem, from sight to taste. Excellent read!
So very true. Nice work.
Or you could let ‘em rest longer still in bottles, and turn ‘winey’. j/k, good description and metaphor. Cheers.
agreed, lovely thoughts.
too much of anything can get sour
sour grapes
wise and true…beautiful pic!