The Grape
I wrote this poem yesterday after lunch...
Oh how I wish I were a
Oh how I wish I were a
juicy green grape
One of
a bunch
a bunch
always accompanied
with branch buddies
and companions
along the journey
never alone
Lounging
in the cool,
refreshing spray
surrounded by
love.
No one judges the
juicy green grape
No one teases the
juicy green grape
No one bullies the
juicy green grape
No one yells at the
juicy green grape
No one ignores the
juicy green grape
The juicy green grape
lives in harmony
with the gaggle
until…
it doesn’t
Mmmmm
If I were just another banana on the vine,
ReplyDeleteI'd want to be picked
and chewed upon thoughtfully,
perhaps line with peanut butter and dotted with raisins,
and laid out like ants on a log,
with hopes that I'd become nourishment for some reader
before I turned all brown and mushy,
as writers do,
and after I had been nothing but green camouflage,
as stories are,
in the forests of the mind.
:)
Kevin
Michele,
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"One of
a bunch
always accompanied
with branch buddies
and companions
along the journey
never alone"
Definitely close observation! Thanks for your sharing last Saturday with #TeacherPoets; I'm learning so much from all of you!
I loved this and it inspired me to buy fruit. Blackberries. So sorry I ate them all. They were so popping full of juice and so sweet. Been completely into This is Just to Say with my 5th graders so everything is coming out that way!
ReplyDeleteLike Fran I love this part:
"One of
a bunch
always accompanied
with branch buddies
and companions
along the journey
never alone"
Kind of how I feel with these teacherpoets :)
Julieanne
So fun, from the metaphor right down to the shape! Made me hungry for grapes, too!
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