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The Grape

I wrote this poem yesterday after lunch...

Oh how I wish I were a
juicy green grape
One of
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


I'm so grateful for my fellow bloggers who share in my passion for poetry. Check out their blogs and their creative and amazing poems. They inspire me everyday...
Julieanne, Margaret, Leigh Anne, Mary Lee, Kevin and Cathy. 

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  1. DogtraxApril 24, 2014 at 6:34 AM

    If I were just another banana on the vine,
    I'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

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  2. AnonymousApril 24, 2014 at 8:05 AM

    Michele,
    I love your poem with this being my favorite
    "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!

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  3. JulieanneApril 25, 2014 at 2:34 AM

    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!
    Like 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

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  4. Mary LeeApril 25, 2014 at 6:02 AM

    So fun, from the metaphor right down to the shape! Made me hungry for grapes, too!

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