Poetry

 It feels like these grapes are breathing life into me every Thursday...

Poetry is not something foreign to me however I haven't been able to write a poem in many, many years. Not to say I haven't tried. When I used to write poems, they would come to me naturally however at some point that stopped. I think perhaps it's because I switched from writing poems to "just" writing. I guess for me as long as I have the ability to let my thoughts flow through words, I'm happy. I'm also happy that I was actually able to write something resembling a poem for this class (maybe it's because I sat with purpose to write a poem). I've shared it below.

"Oh grapes, bunches of grapes
As I walked to your dwelling
I did not know what to expect
I felt that you would not be there, to make me smile

My fingers are a little numb
And I have seen many leaves succumb to the cold
Oh grapes, as I walked to your dwelling
I felt that you would not be there, to make me smile

Your leaves have lost their green
To a pale yellow
Some have wilted
And some have fallen

But as I sit in your dwelling, I am so happy to see
That you have not changed much
You are still round, and green, and small
And now I know you are also strong

Some of you have changed, but in a good way
Because you have gotten a little dry
And surprised me the same way you did
The first time I saw you

So as I walked to your dwelling
And as I sat in your dwelling
And as I walk back from your dwelling
You have made me smile

Because you are grapes
Sweet, sometimes bitter
But always tasty, and I forgot
That you are also raisins"