I curse strawberries when the clouds are in sight;
more so, for giving me
a taste of something wild and sweet,
they remind me of bourbon, of bullets
and Bukowski,
they remind me that softer sighs are only the
beginning.
How to eat a strawberry? First, inhale deeply—
feel the intricate weave of emotions
held taut by reserve,
as though a poem stripped down raw,
next, take a bite and delve with incisors,
if we must fall, then let it be
with a softness born of hushed rain and twilight,
I am caught in its merciless unraveling.
Eat it with sugar or spice or cream;
but bear in mind, that once it treads through
the cavern black there’s no escape—
its promise of a perfect summer is decades old,
repeated over and over again
while one is beguiled by flavour and reduced
to monosyllable, tell me,
what am I to do with this longing for more?
I have gone a little far this time;
stepped forward to study his features chiseled,
his eyes upturned, dark and lovely,
covering my own in a roseate glaze,
the things I write after midnight are not just poetry;
they are confessions
embodying the freedom of wind
and silence of deserts— both sumptuous and curious,
both heat and cold that slips into the heart,
who knew that a missing part of me was in actuality
a part of you?
Who knew that fruit would flow rhythmically in my veins?
I curse strawberries when the clouds are in sight.
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This is a treat to read – inhaling deeply the strawberry. I eat mine plain or mixed with other fruits.
The things we write after midnight – confessions from the heart.
Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
What a return…luscious, luscious x2, witty, secretive, so clever, confessional but not really….a delight to read…
Thank you so much, Ain 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I resonate a lot with this, the strawberry becoming the temptation, the subject where you cannot silence cravings simply by indulging.
I love the wild strawberries that you actually eat from a straw the best… 🙂
I love the raw ones too! Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
This is a lovely, juicy delight. Sweet temptation and a cloud of cream. Quite delicious.
Thank you so much, Misky 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
Strawberries with black pepper and cream – very different and wonderful.
Thank you so much, Petru 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Nice one Sanaa my granddaughter she is nine now loves strawberries from since she could hold one in her little hands
much💛love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Much love back..
“confessions
embodying the freedom of wind.”
Thank you so much, Tzvi 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Delicious sensuous piece – I particularly liked the last stanza – alternating between passion and chill rejection – what we write after midnight indeed.
Thank you so much, Peter 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Wonderful, Sanaa. You have turned eating strawberries into a very sensuous experience, calling for more!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Love this, Sanaa! Lush, luscious and lovely and the last stanza is stellar! ❤️❤️
Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Wonderful poem Sanaa, especially the unexpected turns…..
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Wow! I’ll never look at a strawberry in the same way again!
Thank you so much, Denise 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
they remind me of bourbon, of bullets
and Bukowski,
This is a great line …..and I like the way the poem turns at the end…JIM
Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️