Open Poetry #24 |
A Basket Of Grapes |
janmew Member
since 2001-10-27
Posts 134Canada |
Like the prized grapes of the vineyard, I carefully picked the gems of my soul. Cherished, every one, I placed them gently into a basket of gold and offered them to him. Like rubies, they sparkled, blood red, as if filled with my own vital juices. Diligently I tried to care for them, gathering the strays to avoid the bruises, hiding the minor blemishes from view. But as he kept the basket sheltered from the sun, their hidden wounds festered on my soul and began to weep through the seams. In my mind, I envisioned the fresh picked fruit, how vibrant and full of life it had been compared to the dull and somber heap it had become. With dwindling hope, I searched deep within and tried to segregate the spoiled fruit, rinse them with fresh water, warmed by a new sun. In so doing, inadvertently I found, that when a soul is given a reason to hope, even grapes that seem so have lost their luster and bear the marks of a life sequestered in a basket, when placed in the hands of the right winemaker can still make the sweetest of wines! |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Great piece of writing, janmew! |
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janmew Member
since 2001-10-27
Posts 134Canada |
Thanks for reading, Denise. Glad you liked it. Jan |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
You sure ain't looking like rotten fruit to me Jan, you've penned a beautiful poem here Titia Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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janmew Member
since 2001-10-27
Posts 134Canada |
Hey, Titia my friend, thanks!!! Jan |
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