scarlet raspberries
each fruit contains little pips ~
the taste of summer
Categories:
raspberries, fruit,
Form: Haiku
silently, I walk a sun blown field
my childhood lips red with raspberries
that grow wild behind our home
my fingers stained with the sweet juice
I hear my own childhood laughter floating
echoing in my dream . . . until it fades
Categories:
raspberries, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Rich in vitamin C,
Red and juicy is this
Rubus plant genus that
Requires sun and rain in
Regions moist and clement.
Russia leads in their growth.
Roses they are kin to!
Categories:
raspberries, food,
Form: Pleiades
Ripened by the sunshine
Red and very juicy
Ready for me to eat
Rich in vitamin c
Really nice as snacks
Rinse before you eat them -
Risk of small wriggly worms!
Categories:
raspberries, fruit,
Form: Pleiades
Sticky luscious kiss,
wild raspberries on your lips;
Your hands in my hair
warm from a day in the Sun,
it must be Summer magic;
Wet temperature,
soaking Florida rainstorm;
Your magnetism;
I submit to your downpour,
thunder when our lips collide;
Slipping on sugar,
giving in to your tartness;
I wake up, wishing;
Uncontrollable recalls;
May this day lead me to you.
Categories:
raspberries, dream, emotions, feelings, longing,
Form: Free verse
Orange blossoms forth.
Animated heat and light.
A candle's flicker.
Morning skies awake.
Misty air has gone away.
Blue's expanse open.
Surprise raspberries.
Summer sun overgrown wild.
Green turned sweet Red.
Categories:
raspberries, day, growth, seasons, summer,
Form: I do not know?
Burnt raspberries.
There I've said it.
The words collided
In my mind until
A perfect jam appeared.
That's what you get,
She said,
For being so unrestrained.
Yet I never thought it so.
At the time it was
Just another merger,
Another pairing,
Like two who mate
And swirl in a dance.
The dance of life
Is all it takes
To make jam.
Categories:
raspberries, love,
Form: Free verse
Raspberries and Lilacs
Wanting to go back,
heart snags on reality...
wanting to unravel time,
pluck the years off
one by one
Better times paint
pictures in the mind,
but they are air-brushed
renditions
Wanting to bathe
in the perfume of lilacs
Raspberry essence
No choice now
Walk to knock
on Death's black door
Denied entrance
No gilded invitation
No crashing this party
Categories:
raspberries, angst, anxiety, poetry, senses,
Form: Blank verse
picking raspberries
heavy with red ripe berries...
blown by the spring storm
Categories:
raspberries, food,
Form: Haiku