Grapes of (Un)Wrath

Grapes of (UN) Wrath

(Context: work submissions)

Prodigal

Fruits

Of My Mental Toil Not Pur(loin)ed

Reluctantly

Wended

Home In Beeline Timidly

Seeking

(Re) entry

Into Magical circle of motherly love

Dejected

Rejects

Sent packing In Cold

Harsh

World

0f reality pick n Choose

Dens

Of

incredible creativity plus Skill

And

Mastery

and Were Found Wanting

Not

Up

to Snuff Packed Off

By

Neck’s

Scruff Back Whence They

Came

From

In gentle disdained Huff

State

Of my

Serenity n Contentment Disallowed Lament

Rather

Gave

sneaky Taste Of Happiness

As

These

Were Sent for Amity

Not

Vanity

My Oeuvres being self Rewarding

Sufficient

Unto

Themselves And Yes All

My

Grapes

Are Tender n Sweet

To

Me

As  I Accept Them All

Unreservedly

Mine

Forever To be

free

to

breathe freely deeply

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