The Strawberry Moon
Beneath the glow of the strawberry moon,
Life moves in rhythm — not late, not soon.
Its soft red light up in the sky,
Feels like the hope we hold inside.
It changes shape, like smiles and tears,
Like happy days and hidden fears.
Each part of life, both big and small,
Tells a story — we live it all.
We rise, we fall — we heal, we grow,
We learn so much from all we know.
We laugh, we cry, we lose, we find,
We carry dreams and peace of mind.
Yet still, the strawberry moon will shine,
On broken hearts and healing time.
It shows us: even pain can fade,
And even scars can make us brave.
So when you’re tired or feeling low,
Look at the moon and let it show —
That life moves on, the dark will pass,
And love and light will always last.
Like a strawberry.
Seeds on the outside.
Tethered vines of trees.
In the grass.
I have to eat sometimes.
Just yummy stuff.
There’s no one there.
So I stir a little more.
Look outside the outside place.
And you’ll think of berries and shrubs too.
That could be endless.
Like socks, and tendons.
I have to eat them all.
Rancid and sweet.
Nothing but outer space.
Past that tree.
I have to grind it all up.
With strawberries, and blueberries.
Making some jam.
And growls.
Inedible jam.
We took the sludge we made.
Worth nothing.
Tossed it into space.
Like a strawberry.
Gets thrown away right off the vine.
Pretty
Is a concept
You'll never
Understand
If you think
I see you
Through endeavours
Of the hand
I love
You make the effort
Appreciate
Your style
I love you
Past the surface
Just deeper
All the while
You paint
Just like a rainbow
With hues and shades
And stuff
Yet beautiful
Has found you
Already
You're enough
the Strawberry Moon
native Algonquian tribes
call full moon of June
strawberry milk moon
dipped in dark chocolate sky
shooting star flies by
Say hello to June, come greet each floral scent that fills your hearts and noses
it is time to put away your winter garbs & lose yourselves in leaves and roses
June, a month of gentle starts as the days get longer filled with golden light
we oft renew our garden vows, planting seeds of joy wherever we go
"Oh! Flowery Month of June, sing to us a song of hope & gentle care,
as you lead us through the garden path of life with truth and dare...
With each rising bran new day comes the promise of a new tomorrow
help us embrace the moments that come to us without deep sorrow
Goodbye May Hello June, like those lovely strawberries I see grow in June,
I am longing for serene enchanting nights, beneath your strawberry moon.
Written: April 19, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
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Superb strawberry cake
Spilling with fresh, sweet scent,
Stiff blend of tart sweetness
Stale candle oozes dream!
Scenes of cadence wrapped in,
Sweet and creamy milkshake,
Sublime dance arises!
The sky’s first sugar high in three months,
overflowing with Spring’s sweet scent.
Drizzled with strawberry rain
that bleeding pastel sky
resembles a jar.
Puddles of jam
pool in drops.
Wipe those
lips.
in june it rises
the moon of growth
and harvest,
of letting go
and reconciling,
of forgiveness
and transforming,
of celebrating love
and spiritual integrity
AP: 1st place 2025
Strawberry Snails Forever
There once was a strawberry pink snail.
She was sweet from her nose to her tail.
She crossed over the moss.
Never stopping or cross.
Eating bits growing out of the shale.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
plump red strawberries
the kind we knew last red dusk
when time inched by brusque
garnet stars flash on
scarlet leaves and cardinals
mars phenomenal
crimson dragonflies
when fruitful days are going
true colors showing
Sleep slides from brown eyes
Strawberry dreams sweet arrive
Sleep apnea dies
My love's reposed neath the military lawns of rows
of marble lit in moonlight's tender care.
July, the month of dreams of him-
watching bluebirds feed their fledglings under
Carolina blue skies so vast.
Maples and oaks sway in their full foliage in
a coquettish way with the courting breeze.
Strawberry water, cold to my receiving lips
and throat.
The comforting summer serenade of daytime
into twilight's cricket chorus so soothing.
I recall when we were young parents,
the newness of every morning,
our baby daughter of angelic beauty,
the leisure of the weekends with coffee
and the Sunday paper.
How she grew so swiftly, and we began to
become gray.
Our baby is forty-two, love,
and we miss your fatherly and
granddad's presence.
Strawberry water and reminiscing,
sweeter than watermelon,
on this summery eve. ~
I’m going to turn a new green leaf
No more Ms follow the rules
I’m going to be a woman so naughty
That lights the eyes of guys like red jewels
Maybe I’ll be a bit of a tease
Until I chose my next violet victim
He will feel nice so cool like a king
As I caress him so lovingly kiss him
Then I will pick a fight
And invite him to my room
We can make up all night
By the light of a strawberry moon
I’m not married so it’s a sin
One I’m ready to explore
For waiting on a specific gentleman
Has become quite a blue bore
Could my sudden bought of acid reflux
Be the cause of doubt in so called love
Hmmm I asked the monk if I am distracted
From finding enlightenment she reacted
Seems we all have karma in life
We can’t escape it but we can try
What if I was this really blind soul
In a future past life
What should I do now
The moon is full of my strawberry questions
I suppose I am a bit self centered
In reflection how can I grow if I am not
If I am lacking how then can I be taught
I read and sometimes words are a kite
That float away from me on nights sky
The stars seem to sing dance and wink
While I stare and try to write pearly poetry
My guess is that maybe I’m here right now
To find a way to be lost in the spiritual realm
To be more than I understand
To be a blessing to others a helping hand
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