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Weeping For Grapes
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Weeping For Grapes |
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Embers_Before_God Member
since 2001-03-06
Posts 101USA |
Upon dreaming of raisin bread— thoughts of grapes within my head— I awaken to the sound of faucet dripping, though now my thoughts seem to be slipping. I grab the bag from countertop— into the toaster with a flop. A knife pulled free from top drawer, before it lands on dirty floor. I wash it clean with damp rag, replace the tie around the bag, tap my finger upon the sink till toaster pops with a wink. Grabbing my apportioned lot, I find out the bread is hot, but I still make the most by sinking teeth into toast. Dreams resurface as I stand, once-bitten toast within my hand, spreading jam across its face, hiding raisins with disgrace. For I think of all the wrinkles spread across bread like sprinkles, wasting grapes—what matters most— simply to make some warm toast. TkB © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved Dance with me under the moon. Touch my pale skin. Devour me. Love me. [This message has been edited by Embers_Before_God (edited 04-12-2001).] |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Well you are not going to get me crying for a grape, but you are sure making me smile at your originality...fantastic mind you have there, loved this! |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Embers~ Makes me rather hungry for my favorite Pop-Tarts ! Enjoyed. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
Searching for a bagel and dreaming of it hot and buttery with grape jam. ~ Julian "I am not now that which I have been." |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
LOL!! i love it!  |
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