Picking Raspberries

Picking Raspberries

A Poem by mae23

As we approach the bushes

On the outskirts of the woods,

Birds call to us

Playfully taunting us to join them.

 

Our fingers reach through branches

Carefully avoiding thorns.

Our eyes search

For the perfect raspberry.

 

The buzzing of bees

Trying to beat us to the juicy fruit,

Is interrupted by his voice.

His older cousin wisdom:

 

“The darker the red,

The tastier the berry.”

 

Red juice stains my fingers

As I bring the fruit to my lips.

Sweetness explodes

Inside my mouth.

 

I look up to him

And offer my thanks

With a raspberry stained smile.

© 2017 mae23


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Excellent description of berry picking with much imagery & playful interactions between the cast of characters wild & tame. Good use of dialogue to convey a key point. Second-to-last stanza is literally flowing with berry juice, it's so intensely-stated! *smile* (((HUGS)))

Posted 7 Years Ago


I like this tale of picking berries. The use of color really makes this piece pop and the last line made me smile.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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mae23

7 Years Ago

Thank you. And I'm glad!
Golly mae - I could just about taste the berries you bring before us. Soooooo yummy!

Posted 7 Years Ago


mae23

7 Years Ago

Thank you!
I don't think it needs any more. Those words captured one of those little moments that may not be important, but are very special:

Family, nature, and an explosion of colour and taste

A few seconds of life, but a very vivid memory which will be forever.

Posted 7 Years Ago


mae23

7 Years Ago

Thank you very much! This completely sums up what I wants this poem to mean/feelings I wanted it to .. read more
What happened later? Was this a life lesson, in a way? What did this experience teach you?

...maybe that's what you need?

Posted 7 Years Ago


"Red juice stains my fingers
As I bring the fruit to my lips.
Sweetness explodes
Inside my mouth."
Ooh! I can almost sense the juiciness in my mouth!
Well made poem guiding us to the path of picking raspberries!
Keep it up

Posted 7 Years Ago


mae23

7 Years Ago

Thank you very much!
Mr.Writer

7 Years Ago

No problem :)

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