Daniel Turner Poet Sonnet

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Wild Persimmon Preserves

Out hunting in the woods, late in the fall
I came upon a wild persimmon tree
Strewn all around were reddish-yellow balls
A treasure it had dropped, now mine for free

With empty game bag down upon one knee
Inspecting them to make sure they were ripe
I picked them up and squeezed them carefully
Then on my sleeve, I'd give a gentle swipe

And if there's juice enough to leave a stripe
Then in the bag, how mom would be surprised
At least when I got home there'd be no gripe
Because no squirrels met with their demise

Persimmons make the sweetest of preserves
Especially the ones my mama serves


  July 14 2017  
 Spenserian Sonnet
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squirrels- 2 syllables

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Lynn Marie August 22, 2017 at 12:46 PM A gorgeous sonnet Daniel with a wonderful nostalgic feel that oozes comfort. Lovely to read:)

Connie Marcum Wong August 1, 2017 at 2:06 PM There were a lot of poems entered in this contest Daniel. I can relate you yours. I don't know how she made a choice like she did with so many excellent entries. I am in shock to be in the top three. Hugs, Connie

Maurice Rigoler July 21, 2017 at 12:34 PM Never had this jam (or jelly?). Where I live the store bought persimmons are never ripe and biting into one is a very sour experience. We do have a wild fruit here we call "wall plums" which when ripe are sweet and delicious. They appear in the fall. Enjoyed your sonnet. Many thanks for stopping to read me. / M

Susan Ashley July 19, 2017 at 11:33 PM Hi Daniel, what a beautiful sonnet. I enjoyed everything about it!

Hannah Borke July 19, 2017 at 9:09 AM I tasted a fresh one years ago. I'm trying to jog my memory, but have no recollection of the taste. It's now on my mental shopping list.

Nette Onclaud July 16, 2017 at 2:39 PM daniel, a finely-tuned poem inviting me to grab those juicy persimmons.. wow,,huggs

Dan Cwiak July 16, 2017 at 11:08 AM Dan, I've never tried persimmons, but now you have me hunting for them. Does mama ever get them to market? If not, I'll have to see what's out there. Oh, to taste the ones you have written...MMMMMMMMMM!

Jack Horne July 16, 2017 at 9:02 AM lovely sonnet - wish I could try some of this stuff (sounds delicious)

Barry Stebbings July 16, 2017 at 8:59 AM Beautiful sonnet, Daniel. Making my mouth water. We get persimmon here but only in the superstores. // Barry

Joseph May July 16, 2017 at 5:44 AM A sweet treasure to cherish...Beautiful sonnet Daniel

Silent One July 15, 2017 at 10:55 AM Excellent sonnet,love that title my friend Daniel Turner July 15, 2017 at 11:47 AM Thank you My friend. You know me, always trying to be different. Really does my heart good to see you again:)

Supraja Kannan July 15, 2017 at 6:13 AM Wow... Delicious sonnet....Loved the last verse ... Supraja Kannan July 15, 2017 at 7:07 AM So true Daniel... Daniel Turner July 15, 2017 at 6:29 AM Thank you, Supraja. Everything is sweeter if mama makes it:)

Joanna Daniel July 15, 2017 at 6:02 AM Sounds as delicious as you put it to be:) Wonderful sonnet, DT:) hey DT, do you have any news on Phillip Garcia? he's been inactive on PS for quite some time now!! Daniel Turner July 15, 2017 at 6:29 AM No JO I don't. I wrote him a couple of emails but have not gotten any answer. I used to have his phone number. I'll look around and see if I can find it and give him a call. Thank you for reading and commenting.

Tim Smith July 14, 2017 at 8:25 PM We used to make raspberry jam growing up...it was delicious. Daniel Turner July 14, 2017 at 8:38 PM Persimmons, muscadines, mulberries, blackberries if it grew wild, my mom would make jelly and jams and preserves. That's how I got so fat:) Mama's cooking. Big old homemade cat head biscuits, get back! Thanks Tim:)

Alfred Berggren July 14, 2017 at 6:09 PM Nice sonnet. Wish I had some of those persimmons now. Daniel Turner July 14, 2017 at 6:15 PM Right now, if you bit in to a persimmon, you wouldn't be able to open your mouth. A green persimmon is like eating alum. However some persimmon preserves on a big homemade biscuit is an entirely different story:) Thank you, Alfred:)

Freddie Robinson Jr. July 14, 2017 at 5:53 PM Ty for the smiles delivered by this sumptuous write, Daniel. And of course, if mama serves it, it's all good, eh. Wonderful story telling, my friend. Love always. Daniel Turner July 14, 2017 at 6:14 PM That's right, Freddie. I sure miss some things about those days. I appreciate your kindness:)

Akkina Downing July 14, 2017 at 5:28 PM I don't know what persimmon is but sounds like a delish fruit. And you should come catch squirrels in NY, there are just too many. They drive me crazy running out in front of me driving. Lol! A solid sonnet, Danny :) xo Akkina Downing July 14, 2017 at 9:12 PM Lol! It was bigger than me yes but I still caught it. And it wasn't my first shark. I've caught smaller ones before. I've been fishing since 6years of age :) one of my outdoor fave sport :) Daniel Turner July 14, 2017 at 7:44 PM That's a pretty good fish story. That means the fish was bigger than you are. You sure got the lying part down:) I believe your old man will make a fisherman out of you yet. Akkina Downing July 14, 2017 at 6:48 PM Oh, just like fishing. Did I tell you I went sharkfishing over the weekend? Caught one and let it go. It was 125lbs blueshark :) it was so fun till the next day I was aching all over. Lol! Daniel Turner July 14, 2017 at 6:13 PM One doesn't catch them, Kina. You have to kill them, gut them and skin them before cooking them. It's been a while but I'm certain I haven't forgotten how. Thank you for the read and comment. Sorry about the poor squirrels.

Dale Gregory Cozart July 14, 2017 at 5:20 PM I really love this. It's personal, it's down-home. It makes me feel warm all over. Daniel Turner July 14, 2017 at 6:11 PM Thank you, Dale. I couldn't ask for a better comment:)

Connie Marcum Wong July 14, 2017 at 3:42 PM Much better persimmons than squirrels Daniel! A lovely Sonnet! : ) Daniel Turner July 14, 2017 at 4:24 PM Mrs Connie, I will confess, I was raised hunting and fishing and I have eaten many a squirrel but some days if it was windy, they can be very hard to see. I'll settle for persimmons any day:) Thank you for the smile:)

Chris Green July 14, 2017 at 3:19 PM This was really nice Daniel and I too am happy no squirrels met their demise. This doesn't look like an easy form to write but you did a great job with it. Daniel Turner July 14, 2017 at 4:22 PM Thank you, Chris. It took me a couple of tries before I felt comfortable with it. Just like any other sonnet after that. I appreciate your friendly visits:)

Charlie Smith July 14, 2017 at 3:18 PM A sweet treat DT, now your red neck is showing going squirrel hunting. I'd have been there with you back in the day. Good one... Daniel Turner July 14, 2017 at 7:47 PM I love squirrel and dumplings. Yum, yum! Thank you Mr Smith. I try to keep my neck covered up. People confuse me as being a Trump supporter:) Thank you for the visit.

Heidi Sands July 14, 2017 at 2:52 PM And that is a sweet write too DT :) Daniel Turner July 14, 2017 at 3:01 PM Thank you, Heidi:)