Sagging laden weight
Gods nectar on stretched vine.
Swollen luscious orbs of bliss
with age transforms to wine.
A myriad of aromas
intoxicate the nose
aged in oak and cherry
some a hint of rose.
A varied choice of flavor
to grace upon your tongue.
Sweet from a mature fruit
dry from the very young.
Many shades of taste
to go with every plate.
Perfectly married to food
a connoisseur will sate.
Like pastel water colors
running in the rain
taste lingers on ones pallet
like a poetic refrain.
In a list
A contest entry
- Your Maverick Prewrites . . . by RatherImaginative.
925 points, ended October 16, 2008, 67 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you for your beautifully penned entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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The rhythm and smooth rhyme of this piece make it very enjoyable to read, and your imagery is excellent. The only tech issue I have with the piece is the omission of the possessive apostrophe in line 2: Gods should be God's. You've still time to edit before I judge the contest. Thanks so much for entering!
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This poem is wonderful! Words so perfectly placed and the image your word has captured. Amazing!
Best of luck!
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