I lust
for the cluster of luscious words
hanging
from this vine of life-
a little
beyond my reach-
I shall wear myself out
to leap at them-
let me fall short a million times-
I will not forsake this vine
and live close to it
till the day
they fall on their own
into my soul-
Posted for my prompt Lust @ Poets United Midweek Motif
sumanar/lekha 
Wonderful! I feel that- waiting for the perfect set of words to fall, so I can pick them up and make them my own!
Good for you. You will need a pinny to catch them all:)
This sent my mind into a bath a words where I could wallow and poetry would spout out of mouth much easier that it does from my fingers.
Oh! I’m familiar with that lust, though I suspect you are nearer the fruit. This poem is evidence. In the Aesop’s Fables, when the fox cannot reach the grapes, he goes off in a huff saying they must be sour. But artists of the word have to keep trying for what is just out of rreach. Love this poem!
Beautifully expressed,
Reminded me of the story of the fox and his quest for the grapes.
Your efforts to pursue & attain the vine shall surely succeed and the grapes i.e. the words will be sweet!
Oh my goodness! I share your lust! Wonderful poetic tribute to the life-giving quality of words.
My dear friend, they’ve been falling into your mouth to be reborn into pure yumminess for years!
I love this. I love this so much–the images, their implication, the way it reflects my own lust for words.
Yes, I understand what you say…and we are there to catch them when they ripen, and fall to the ground, we will gather them, and turn them into poems…
Aesop’s fable comes to mind in a brilliant new understand of striving. What a clever rendition of lust.
much love…
I LOVE the leaping for the cluster of words just beyond your reach. But more often than not, you capture them, my friend.
Wow ! Fabulous.
Oh, a romance with words — just the right one and just out of reach. Love it!
Beautiful I think you reached your luscious words hanging from that vine 🙂
Oh, yes yes yes!
Beautiful!
I picture you under this vine trying to catch those luscious words.
Even better…. I picture you absorbing them! A beauty!