A Bunch of Grapes
Quite unlike most days when I need a full 45 minutes to let the music gently help Mr. Sandman dawdle out. Every muscle wants to flex. My spirit is bubbly, there's a spring to my step. I nearly skipped my way to the market... and gee... even my hair bounces ~_~
I feel like a bunch of grapes growing toward the sun ^_^
Haha... what a quirky, kooky, peculiar thought!
Hmmm... When I'm feeling fully 'alive' like this, I feel like bursting out into the sunshine, jumping onto a trampoline or heading out to the hills. But not today. There are Sunday things to do and Sunday places to go. But I don't feel like the usual Sunday Reflection thing, either.
One irrepressibly bouncy tune just keeps skittering inside my head. It makes me wanna wiggle a little even while I'm at the keyboard.
Waittaminit. Something I said a few sentences earlier just connected.
That's right! It's Never on a Sunday! Click on it. Even if you're feeling Sunday stiffness because you're not my age ~_^ you probably still can feel what I mean．
Ｏｔｈｅｒｉｓｅ， ｙｏｕ ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｊｕｓｔ ｃｒａｗｌ ｂａｃｋ ｔｏ ｂｅｄ．
posted by percolator | 12:44 PM
6 Comments:
Hehe just LUUURRRVVVEE reading your light hearted 'cavort' with words which give so much lifelike vibrance to personal entries like this.
I looked up some of your older entries and thoroughly enjoyed your 'rituals' :=)
"Bunch of grapes" got me barking up the wrong tree - thought it was all about sour grapes or something lol.
tinkerbelle,
'cavort' hmmm.. hey, I must do something about this. For me, often it's one particular word out of nowhere that percolates and occasionally flowers.
Yes, there's lots of other stuff in my archives that felt promising when I started percolating, but ultimately aborted or rather, didn't quite bloom. lol!! But like they say, of all the material you gather, only 20% will be used in the story that makes it to print.
Grapes... muaharhar!! gotcha. T'was precisely my intention. Evil Me!
Sour Grapes, Grapes of wrath...I have just started to collect fruit metaphors, most of them by accomplished writers. But this 'Bunch of Grapes' sprang from a very fertile and naughty 8-yo mind. Yes, the common 'what-am-I game' :D
Since when has papayas ever become bright and bouncy? I thought papayas were the antithesis of 'perky' ROFL!
ESPECIALLY when they come in pairs! *grin*
Hey you two!!
look who's cavorting about now :D
Sex and fruit; fruit and sex. The two have always gone together. After all, fruit is the plant's reproductive organ. And fruit's likeness to the human body is recognised by many artists, authors and poets.
In the Bible, the Song of Solomon is erotically, joyously fruitful. Fruit is love's delight, and its remedy.
Centuries before Christ, Sappho -- for me -- the mother of all poets, the 10th muse -- describes a young woman as "a sweet apple reddening on the end of a bough, at the top of the highest bough, which the pickers overlooked -- or rather did not overlook, but could not reach."
Even a poem where sex is not mentioned can seem to express erotic desire. The speaker of H.D.'s very classical "Pears," for instance, sounds like she (he?) is in a lover's swoon
And wartabout the fruits of Carravagio's art which has underlying themes of morality - seduction and tempation? http://www.students.sbc.edu/mckinney03/gmm/caravaggio.htm
btw, calen... I can never spell your nick /out checking. What comes to mind is a cantaloupe rather than a big green banana!! Oh my, I just realise cantaloupe is rock melon as well. hahahaha!!!
;D :D :P
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