Those Ripe Grapes....
this morning they arrive as
bunches of ripe violet glossy grapes
and i am constrained to receive them
with all grace
though i made a promise not to
eat a piece
i only draw them on a piece of
paper
someone may paint them for me
so i can keep them all
like loved ones
and then after this short moment
i put them in a basket and give them
all
to whoever pass me by...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
No comments until now.