Raspberries Ripe and Ready
Raspberries Ripe and Ready
Ripe and ready
Raspberries
Lingering lusciously
For the picking
Oh, it will be
A delight to free
Them from the bowl
There is no self-control
To be had
Before raspberries
Ripe and ready
Ready… steady…
Why!
They’re gone
Already!
Simon C.J. Falk 29 January 2018
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Yummy !
I can almost taste them from here, I’m sure they were delicious. Thanks for sharing this poem.
Hi Simon – I think they are positively my best fruit – just love them … so so good – just enjoy! Cheers Hilary
Aren’t raspberries just lovely, Hilary. I’m glad you like them and enjoyed the poem.
Mouthwatering! Unfortunately, they don’t grow in India, more’s the pity.
Oh, sorry about that. I do love those little moments of spontaneous poetry or flash fiction though. They make the mundane glow in a way.
That’s true. But poems like these are sometimes as delightful as masterpieces on life and death. Poetry is life and life is made up of all these small things too 🙂
Yes, I think they come from the same place. Those moments when we really do see. When we really see those moments or people, the words and images just leap out to meet us.
Exactly 😊