I pick words from the grapevine, plump and sweet,
Then roll their ripened wonder round my tongue;
Extract their zesty essence till they greet
The senses with intoxicating fun.
I spill their fruity beauty out for
To revel in their merriment and glee.
Linguistic thrills will cheer as
With dizzy draughts of luscious poetry.
I aim to quench the parched
and thirsty heart,
To drench the bone-dry dream that turned
To flood the blood with love
from Cupidís dart
With juicy joy infused with spice
My boozy muse is cued to choose words fated
To leave the logophile inebriated.
Susan Jarvis Bryant
If you have any
thoughts on this poem, Susan
Jarvis Bryant would be pleased to hear them.