With strawberries, never enough for me: drippy hands, splattered ceiling, slushy the floor. Fido, my best friend, just slid out the door. Perhaps, a strawberry bush, why not a strawberry tree? -- Fido wagged, nay!~ to a Strawberry Flea.
When we parted at the airport you left a part of you behind,
Your scent Lingering still on my shirts, my clothes my hands.
I crushed them to my face and breathed you in, my eyes closed, remembering you.
You smelled like lemons and flowers and strawberries.
You filled the room, every room with the scent of you,then left it behind.
A bewitching trail of love almost wild and untamed,
I still remember that smell,
You
strawberries
plump, sweet, eat whole or
muffins, jellies, ice cream, pies~
the fruit of all trades
Fresh succulent strawberries and cream
The thought takes me back to childhood.
The taste of summer dreams.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
"Spring Is Coming Alive With My Five Senses." Quote By Poet
I see the beautiful spring flowers blooming.
I feel the new day's sun upon my face.
I taste the fresh red juicy strawberries.
I touch the soft brown baby bunny.
I smell the rain after the day has been watered.
When I was a child,
I had a tomcat that loved sleeping in my bed,
and a dog that lived outside
and barked at night when demons would come.
I wore sneakers, shorts,
and a green hat made from a burdock leaf.
I broke my neighbors' windows
with a slingshot just like
the kids from the Hidden Street.
I brought home flowers, wild strawberries,
pine buds, and shiny stones;
I caught butterflies and watched the sun
through colored glass fragments.
In the summer, I went to the sea with my parents,
built sandcastles, swallowed salty water,
gathered seashells for my collection,
and tanned like a corsair of distant southern seas.
My grandmother made me cherry and walnut jams
so I’d grow strong, while my grandfather
took me treasure-hunting in the forest,
telling stories of fairies, gnomes, and giants.
I snuck into the locker room to peek at girls,
wrote love notes, and went to secret meetings for first kisses.
In a few words, I was a boy like any other,
meant to grow into a man like any other — one of millions
of happy men. Now I only want to know
why things didn't turn out that way...
fresh cold strawberries are sweet and tasty
I like them plain or in sugared milk
But despise strawberry yogurt or jam
I do not like them unless they are cold
they are also delicious in strawberry shortcake
A big, glass bowl of oranges
with eight pleated butterflies—
perfectly symmetrical
etched along the side.
The sunlight, with all the eagerness,
all the youth of morning
pouring through
each glass insect
casts forty intersecting rainbows
onto the deep brown landscape
of the dining
room table.
Your thumb, dragging gently along
the rim, as your tongue moves
in contemplative circles
behind a small smile.
It is always summer in the fields of my memory,
and the strawberries dance ceaselessly toward you.
Strawberries from my garden
sun kissed, so juicy
Piled high on crisp meringue nests
and lush white whipped cream
I just adore this
summertime
treat
The night, the night,
the stars shine blue.
Inside my heart
I think of you.
The strawberries that blossom red -
I wish that you weren't dead.
Sister,
Hurry. Hurry.
Stop dilly-dallying,
The ice-cream truck is coming round.
If we don't hurry up it'll have a crowd.
Another scorching humid summer day.
How I'd fancy this afternoon
A dish of ice-cream topped
With strawberries,
Sister
7/12/2022
A rictameter is a nine line poetry form with a 2 4 6 8 10 8 6 4 2 syllable count and where the first and the last lines keep repeating,
A Yummy Sundae Afternoon
My tongue anticipates ice cream sundae
But do never indulge on a Monday
For that's the day the diet starts afore
Tuesday when diets fly out through the door.
I drool o'er yummy ice cream on my tongue
Thoughts of the tasty dish makes me so long
For strawberries served at afternoon tea
In a gooey knickerbocker glory.
With chopped nuts sprinkled and strawberry sauce
Those ice cream sundaes could win an award
With me they would be scored top of the pops
I am an expert as I devour lots.
Summer parties do well serving ice cream
Strawberries and chilled wine, truly a dream
With music, dancing, a natter and fun
Bringing magic moments beneath the sun.
Betwixt lucky lips my eager tongue licks
A mouth watering afternoon dish fix.
*+*+*+*
1st July 2022
Sun-ripe strawberries oh so sweet
Tempting swollen fruit to eat
Red berries in dish of cool ice-cream
Awesome moment a summer dream
Wonderful taste lingers on tongue
Beloved by all of us old and young
Each afternoon a strawberry wish
Ruby rhapsody in my dish
Remembering when I was very young
Idyllic memories of summer sun
Each lick of my spoon was sheer delight
So much enjoyed each swallow and bite.
Ice Cream
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by:
Julia Ward
Compulsory words:
strawberries, dish, tongue, afternoon
28/06/2022
Pixabay Image by:Kai_Vogel
strawberries in rich sweet cream
a frozen dish my tongue predicts
the afternoon hot
I drink it
through a straw
like pop
strawberries mixed with sweet cream
frozen and served in a cone
as afternoon heats
slip
slide
plop!
frozen strawberries and fresh cream
an afternoon delight in dish or cone
my tingling tongue is quick to lick
before
calamity
consumes it
I have a memory of picking wild strawberries with mother
on a sunny afternoon when I was just a little girl
it was a vast country field . . .
with many kinds of wildflowers swaying
(I picked mother a bouquet to take home too)
filling our baskets with the berries we headed home
(after eating a few, of course)
where mother washed and sliced them
and got out my special ice cream dish
I can still taste the sweetness . . .
of those wild juicy strawberries
and the cold smooth vanilla ice cream melting on my tongue
this is a memory . . . I keep pressed to my heart
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June 20, 2022
Poetry/Imagism/Vanilla Ice Cream and Strawberries
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1466-777-20
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Ice Cream
sponsor, Julia Ward, Judged 07/15/2022
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