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Great Is the Grief of the Grapes

How can the grapes endure such grief?
What forgotten strength contained within
their skins must they summon,
now that the pickers have come with shears
to fill their empty baskets?
They must be aching,
knowing they’ll be tossed in the press
that will crush every drop of life from them.
There’s nothing subtle about destruction.
It doesn’t steal over you
like the fleeting shadow of a wren at twilight,
but lands like a stone on a toe.
Great is the grief of the grapes!


Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Whirling with Solomon

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Each tiny poem begins with a line from Chapter 2 of “Song of Solomon,” taken from the King James Bible.

~~ 1 ~~
the singing of birds—
her soul yields to the trilling
of their morning tongues
~~ 2 ~~
the rain is over
earth’s parched palate is waiting
for another spring
~~ 3 ~~
upon the mountains
pumas mix with the ravens—
a mingling of tongues
~~ 4 ~~
voice of the turtle
more subtle than any breeze
soughing through the hills
~~ 5 ~~
the little foxes
fresh from the hunt at daybreak
feasting in their den
~~ 6 ~~
The winter is past—
hints of ice and snow still lurk
among the shadows.
~~ 7 ~~
shadows flee away
as the toasty hours approach
with high noon’s blazing
~~ 8 ~~
among the lilies
she tends morning by morning
one barbarous thorn
~~ 9 ~~
among the lilies
morning and afternoon sex
with her beloved
~~ 10 ~~
the secret places—
in them the lingering scents
of hurried affairs
~~ 11 ~~
the banqueting house
redolent of gin and wine
even before noon
~~ 12 ~~
lily among thorns—
the soul in dereliction
still fragrant with grace

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