Obsidian Dreams

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Oh, blackberry bush // mine and mine alone

How beautifully green your leaves caught the light

Your plump ripe obsidian berries shone

Delectable sweetness // my tongue’s delight

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But oh // gentle caution must be taken

As leaves part and berries are plucked

Roughness leaves bramble scars

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Our d’Verse prompt today from Linda is bramble.  We are writing a Quadrille of exactly 44 words.

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The Close of the Day

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Rain pours down at the close of the day
Thunder rolls
The storm blows through
Earth is refreshed
Lilacs are blooming…
So close I can smell their fragrance
floating through my screen door.
I drink in Spring’s goodness
at the close of the day.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Quadrille Monday at d’Verse and De Jackson asked us to use the word close or a form of it in our poem of exactly 44 words.

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Gumballs

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Before I moved to North Carolina, I thought gumballs were those giant bubblegum balls you could get from a machine at the entrance of a store.  You put your nickel/quarter in the slot, turn the handle, and the ball would drop and roll into the cup below.  Then, I moved into a house with five giant sweetgum trees. They are a Southern specialty, very prolific in their production of spiky gumballs. The balls produce seeds that open and drop out or get eaten by birds in the Fall. The hard shells, covered in sharp spikes, keep falling all winter long. Just when you think you have raked the last of them, the wind come through and down comes another layer! As you can tell, I like the sweet bubblegum balls much better!

Sweet gumballs // all sugar

Not found on a Sweetgum Tree

Fall gumballs dropping

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Hard prickly seedless shells

Hundreds cover my backyard

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Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Cookies Anyone?

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Some photos don’t need an explanation. These sweet little girls and their moms were outside our restaurant this evening selling Girl Scout Cookies!  It doesn’t get any better than this… Poetry Without Words!

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Spring Around the World

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Spring arrives in the northern hemisphere all around the globe.  I was communicating with Inge Wesdijk today, who lives in the Netherlands. She works with Karen O’Leary to edit Whispers. an online poetry publication. Poets from all over the world contribute to it.  She saw that I enjoy photographing flowers to put on my blog, so she sent me this beautiful photo of Spring apple blossoms in the Netherlands. She graciously allow me to use it on my blog, so this Tanka is for her.

Spring apple blossoms

Sweet fragrance to sweet taste

Rewards worth waiting 

Around the world they’re blooming

Fragile flowers // friends to bees

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Photo contributed by: Inge Wesdijk, Poetry Editor for Whispers

Check out Whispers here:

https://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/2018/05/special-feature-collaborative-poem-by_11.html

 

 

Rising Sweetness (a quadrille)

Naked Maples line the edge of the field

Shivering when March winds whisper

Hello!

Hints of warmth call forth

An adrenaline rush of sweetness

Rising in spongy bark. 

As spring calls each one by name

Spouts sink into bored trees

Knowing sweetness flows within

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This poem was accepted for publication in Whispers, an online poetry journal. Please check it out at:  http://whispersinthewind333.blogspot.com/  

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Today, Bjorn on d’Verse invited us to post a poem of our choice. I wrote this quadrille of exactly 44 words about the gathering of  rising sap in the sugar maples.

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