The taste lingers,
A thought conveys
Childhood at its best,
The idea hovers
The feelings engender
The deeply converged experiences in my chest!
I remember the fruit
The sugars divine,
The crusty pastry defined,
The shape of the slice,
The triangular trick
Exquisitely, to my observation, delicately refined!
Who wants a piece?
Who'd like a sniff?
Oh! What will it instill?
What elegant thought?
What instant delight,
Connects this taste to the smell of the fill?
A fleeting emotion,
A word of support,
Quickly surrounds the scene,
Of pine trees
And plum trees,
And muscadines hanging, clothed in a matchless sheen!
Categories:
muscadines, appreciation, childhood, fruit, happy,
Form: Sestina
He sowed his wild muscadines
They grew wild and free
Soon returned to haunt him
When he was thirty-three
Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.
Categories:
muscadines, teenage,
Form: Rhyme
Cape Jasmine
One last white blossom
Memories
Of our youth
You brought three green stems with buds
Fragrance filled the room
Long ago
When you desired love
Memories
Flood my mind
Now you bring me muscadines
From your garden, love
Categories:
muscadines, love,
Form: Shadorma
mulberry to wine
colored muscadines hang, wait....
life-mate brings hand full
Combination Haiku and Senryu
Categories:
muscadines, blessing, love,
Form: Haiku
A secret world of mystical wonder
In solitude, she will sit and ponder
Beneath a rainbow. Behind a golden gate
No track of time or clocks to run you late
Honest as the garden of Eden, a botanical kind of feast
No wickedness or sin, barbarians or beasts
Daffodils and daisies flourish all year round
The rolling waves of a tide is the only sound
Braids of ivy laced with sunflowers
Create a canopy to shield the showers
A gentle mist flows through the air
Keeps the flowers moist , the utmost care
Just enough sun rays peaking through
So the flowers can thrive and new ones accrue
Rippling rivers, made of honey, caramel waterfalls
Muscadines and the ripest figs adorned the inner walls
The roses bear no thorns, cotton candy clouds
Her presence so respected, the tulip gladly bows
The aroma of peppermint fills her nose
Giant peaches grow in rows
An entourage of ducklings follow her around
New and improved, they don't poo or make a sound
Each step she lands on fresh pink petals
Bounteous pillows of silk for when she settles
She arrives and leaves at the tapping of her heels
After all it's just a dream, the spinning of her wheels
Categories:
muscadines, dream, fantasy, daffodils,
Form: Free verse
We said our goodbyes in June,
and the months since blur into mist.
At unexpected moments, awareness
of loss hits; tears spill unbidden.
Family gathering, Christmas Eve
as usual . . . minus one.
We quietly exchanged gifts,
found flowers from her funeral
crafted into hand-made jewelry,
kaleidoscopes, treasured mementoes.
I cooked grapes today, dark muscadines.
I extracted seeds and peelings,
and measured life-sustaining juice
through the metal funnel she used
from the day of her marriage.
It came to me dented and bent,
like her body had been at 93.
I still taste those fresh-from-the-oven
chocolate rolls after school,
garden tomatoes warmed by the sun,
hot biscuits with apple jelly,
squeezed from the peelings after
she baked crisp slices in cinnamon-rich pie.
I'm glad I didn't know then,
about being allergic to Cinnamon.
Categories:
muscadines, childhood, christmas, food, fruit,
Form: Free verse
I wanna go to Martha’s Vineyard, eat muscadines and drink wine.
I want my belly to swell with the fruit of our love.
I wanna drive on full and eat fillet mignon for breakfast.
I wanna live like God is my Father and Jesus, my Brother who saved me.
I wanna trust and never hate ‘n never be careful ‘bout nothin’.
I wanna be Scarlet in Scarsdale and Sr. Edward Crump at the Macy’s Day Parade.
I want green eyes and red hair. I want hips that don’t exist.
I want Oprah on the phone right now!
I wanna drive my baby to school.
I want tuna on toast with capers and sweet nectar pomegranate juice.
I wanna open my eyes....
Categories:
muscadines, allegory,
Form: Blank verse
Has anyone ever hear of the expression or slang for wild grapes or wild
muscadines? Something like bulletses??I can't find it anywhere and I am sure
that I am not spelling it correctly...It is what some people in the south call Fox
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Categories:
muscadines,
Form: I do not know?
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Ambrosial essence
To the eyes nose palate...
Deers jump six foot fence
Categories:
muscadines, animals, food, funny, husband,
Form: Haiku
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August muscadines
Bronzing in July sun
Soon_________
Categories:
muscadines, food, imagination, nature
Form: Monoku
Walking down the graveled path
For a day at the little beach;
We picked up ripened persimmons
And purple muscadines along the way.
Butterflies fluttered around my wife.
Blazes of color lie under the trees.
Thousands of diamonds danced on the lake
Around several ducks with their bottoms up.
We took our shoes off on the little beach
And splashed along the shoreline.
We picked up rocks and skipped the stones
Between the passing boats and waves
That pushed and pulled us in shallow water.
Soon, I had to search for more stones
And persimmons, and I found a winged horse,
Pewter, on a black stringed necklace.
I tied it around my son's light brown neck.
He ran through the water bare back
And swam with his mom in shallow parts.
After our lunch of found-treats we walked,
And played and threw rocks in the water again.
My son drew my face in the wet sand.
We sat in the grass, soaked in the sun
And enjoyed the laughter and fun.
Categories:
muscadines, childhood, family, father, children,
Form: Free verse