Nor Dry


Day took on the raisin’s hue.

Sunk in on itself

wrinkled

and creased itself

to be preserved

longer than it could

if it stayed fresh.

 

Wine was its other choice

but there are too many regions

to pick from

and although full-body

sounded good at a time

now it’s not so desirable

and after eons

sweet no longer fits

nor dry.

 

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6 thoughts on “Nor Dry

  1. In your clever poem, “Nor Dry” the raisin is given an anthropomorphic sort of personality with a bit of an identity crisis; very unique imagery & tasty, too…

  2. How you follow a grape through its course of wine and raisins is great- gives the poem narrative continuity. The ending is powerful and i like how it is titled the same. Great writing, as always

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