Noble Rot Poem by Eva Beylich

Noble Rot

Rating: 5.0


There were times
when people didn't know yet
that overripe, bad grapes
yield an especially fine wine.
I had been a grape,
I was squeezed,
I will be wine.

Monday, November 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: wine
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Manonton Dalan 03 January 2016

hehehehhe could be? ? ? ?

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E.j. Langley 05 December 2015

LOL. Very good. I like the variety of subject matter and like your other poems, the diversity.

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Rahman Henry 23 November 2015

Brilliantly illustrated poem..... inspires to think.....10++++++++

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