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Saturday, August 22, 2009

Berry

Photograph by Abby
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Suggested Prompt...
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Consider for a moment a ripe and succulent berry.
Its look, smell, texture, the way it feels in your hand, your mouth,
the moment its juices flood your tongue.
Close your eyes and imagine it.
Now write a poem for a berry.



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berry of straw
berry of blue
berry of rasp
berry of cran

each taste is luscious
each scent is perfume
each one is a treasure
waiting to be found.

juice unlocks desire,
it taps the senses:
hear it swooshing,
taste it dancing,
feel it gliding,
see it gone.

behind, left are stains:
polish on fingers,
polka-dots on shirts,
of red, mahogany and blue.

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8 comments:

June Freaking Cleaver said...

Hmmm, berries
Better than cherries

I'd risk many a scratch
While roaming through your patch

All for a handful of you

You sweet, juicy devils.

Anonymous said...

If I were a bear
I wouldn't eat meat
I'd eat all the berries
cause they're so darned sweet!

Tin Kettle Inn said...
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Simply Heather said...
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Simply Heather said...

Delicate little treasure fruit, you are, little berry. Yet, as delicate to the touch, you reach out and grab my flesh with each picking. Why? Why, sweet little berry, do you do such a thing? Should you just rest on these beautiful green vines to shine pretty, or should you not be picked and placed perfectly in the pie that I dream of?

Oh, delicate little berry, you are mine.

septembermom said...

Glowing globes
promise sweet juice
Hold off passing by
berries tempt the mind
with thoughts of more

christine said...

Whining!
How stained we are.
I'm not sure it's worth it.
Never again.
But think of the pies!
Each mouthful, brimful of flavour:
Rich, tart yet sweet,
Redolent of summer.
You'll always remember them

WHINBERRY - initially yours

Tin Kettle Inn said...

berry of straw
berry of blue
berry of rasp
berry of cran

each taste is luscious
each scent is perfume
each one is a treasure
waiting to be found.

juice unlocks desire,
it taps the senses:
hear it swooshing,
taste it dancing,
feel it gliding,
see it gone.

behind, left are stains:
polish on fingers,
polka-dots on shirts,
of red, mahogany and blue.