Not IK...maybe the return of poetry muse from her long vacation. But she's in a mood....
Sour Grapes
I sit here
in my garden of abundance,
discontent,
choosing to eat the sour grapes,
knowing what I am doing;
and even though I feel childish,
for this hour,
I will relish the bite of their bitterness
before standing up,
dusting off,
and picking up my basket
to reach for a sweeter fruit.
Sometimes,
we just have to indulge.
Sour Grapes
I sit here
in my garden of abundance,
discontent,
choosing to eat the sour grapes,
knowing what I am doing;
and even though I feel childish,
for this hour,
I will relish the bite of their bitterness
before standing up,
dusting off,
and picking up my basket
to reach for a sweeter fruit.
Sometimes,
we just have to indulge.
- Current Mood:
discontent
Comments
we just have to indulge. So very true...
I can understand your triggers...You have much more excuse than me...but mine seem strange.
Ah well. At least I'm writing poetry again.
I guess the important thing is to acknowledge we're being childish and petty and take steps to move beyond it.