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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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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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!
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
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
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/
Tree tapping photo: flicker.com
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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