stealing plums
bare feet, warm earth
summer sky sprawl
bright moon spills on
plums, indigo among
stick-leaf shadows
plucked, we run
quick on silver path
to dew-drenched hill
fall, wet, we shine
shined, teeth sink
in, sweet juicy pulp
kisses cover our faces
lost in indigo
top image has been edited from original, found here
Lillian is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Lillian would like us to write a 44-word poem using the word indigo.
Tao Talk 
Ooooh…..I would LOVE to be lost in indigo this way!
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:) me too!
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This is making me want to go buy a nice plum but the last time I bought them they were awful and it was so disappointing. I wish there were more pick-your-own places.
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Christine, I hear you about store-bought vs farm-picked. Do you have room for your own plum tree where you live?
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Funny but I don’t think I’ve ever even seen a plum tree for sale. I have starfruit! For some reason we have a few fruit trees but they don’t produce fruit. I have been told to fertilize and all that but…Florida heat kills everything that isn’t naturally here!
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Nice to have starfruit!
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I have about 15 of them sitting on my counter “ripening”. I found that if I leave them on the tree too long they just fall off and then get buggy.
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This is so good I could taste the plum! Gorgeous poem, Lisa.
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Colleen thanks so much. Can’t wait for this season’s ripe fruit.
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I’m with you, Lisa. We’re 48 today! I’m ready for spring.
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42 here. Good enough for me :)
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Yes! I agree. I’m dreaming of spring.
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You brought this experience to life with all the juicy details. It makes me long for summer.
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Ali, thanks so much. My work here is done :)
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A delicious quadrille, Lisa. I could reach out and steal those plums you’re your poem!
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Ooh, sorry for being a corruptive influence ;)
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I’ll just have to wait until plum season, Lisa!
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This is so tasty…. I doubt that kid would care about stealing plums these days…. I just see them rotting.
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Bjorn these are two full-grown adults, but I hear what you’re saying. Food is not appreciated by the younger generation like it was before — unless you’re one of the starving :(
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It may very well come to that.
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“bright moon spills on
plums, indigo among
stick-leaf shadows”
“kisses cover our faces
lost in indigo”
💙💜
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Thanks, Melissa <3
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Dynamic, active, tactile…and a killer of a last line…great stuff Li..
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:) <3 thanks!
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A beautifully worded poem on “nocturnal garden sampling,” Li!
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:) Thanks much, Steve.
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My pleasure!
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It’s amazing what plums can do! :-)
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:) Yes it is! Especially on a warm summer night, under a full moon.
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Oh my, this delicious story was so skillfully squeezed into a concise quadrille. I felt like I was there, stealing a plum…or two.
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:) Thanks, Mish.
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Plums are one of the delights of summer. (K)
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Yes! :)
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I could taste those plums. Nothing like one just picked.
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Fresh picked yes.
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A luscious write, Lisa!
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Thank you, Lynn.
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A very beautiful poem Li. Love it’s vivid visuals
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Sadje, happy you enjoyed the vivid visuals.
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Thank you
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This is beautiful, Lisa!
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Dwight, thank you!
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You are welcome!
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f”aces lis in indigo”
Wow!!
awesome quadrille
Thanks for dropping by my blog
much♡love
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Gillena, thanks much, and my pleasure to stop by.
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Such rich juicy imagery. I love your poem, Lisa…
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Judy thanks much :)
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Love the speed of the poem and its staccato feel – like children plucking plums and running away
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Thank you, Laura. They are adults acting like naughty children :)
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Beautiful imagery Lisa 🥰
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Thanks, Christine :)
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oo what fun! I think that makes them sweeter
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I’m sure it does :)
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You captured such a beautiful moment, Lisa! I loved it!
Yvette M Calleiro :-)
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Yvette thanks much :)
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I especially love the last 2 lines, Li!
kisses cover our faces
lost in indigo
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Nolcha so glad you like those lines :)
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I have stolen plums and apples when I was a kid…loved it.
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Max glad it brought those memories back to you.
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Aww! Stolen fruits are always sweeter! Vivid writing, Li. I was there with you “among the stick-leaf shadows” and on “silver path”.
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Punam thanks much :)
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My pleasure, Li. 😊
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Lisa, the “sweet juicy pulp” and “lost in indigo” create a beautiful, lingering image.
Much love,David
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Happy to hear it, David. Thank you.
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yummy! would love to be lost in indigo in exactly this way. most excellent, Lisa. :)
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This gave me a wonderful walk down memory lane, of childhood and picking fruits from he neighbor’s gardens.
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Nice. Happy to bring it back to you.
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“sweet juicy pulp
kisses cover our faces
lost in indigo”
YES
I love this, so reminiscent of carefree childhood.
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<3 Thanks, Kim!
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Quite a fun visual memory !
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