The painted blushing grapes,
As in a sunlit image outside.
Not a norm in the art world,
Some say it’s the bowl that
Adds the flavor to it’s fruits,
Not the shadows on the table.

The painter may cherish the day in season,
These grapes will season the image.
An horizon either of two, dawn, or it’s the day,
The painted vines, the length given.
Only as real as in a stage, or it’s on a stage as the
Cliché, “The whole world is a stage.”

Who hung the first painting, as well done?
Who hung the first vine, as well why?
Why donate your time to find out why?
The painter only has so much and,
The beholder will only view it, as such.

©2007, Ron Globe