Summer Sirens
Sweet seed-speckled sirens
under star or satellite compose juicy notes;
merry among roundish lined fans, straw-slept,
mesmerizing each sense when they call --
even ears sigh in mmm’s anticipation --
red hearts with green flouncy caps.
Soft, temperate zephyr
tells children its time to
run along rows, each
a carton in tow,
with intent --
berries hidden, to find, to
eat here and there, then
resisting, to plunk
red round gems, Iater to be washed, sliced, sugared,
irresitably compiled;
eaten with delight as
strawberry shortcake!
Björn is today’s host for dVerse’ OpenLinkNight.
Tao-Talk 
Strawberries warm in the sun what could be better… maybe the wild strawberries you thread on actual straws…
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I love the sibilance and alliteration in this poem, Lisa, and your descriptions of strawberries as ‘straw-slept’ and ‘red hearts with green flouncy caps’. I eat strawberries most mornings with kiwi, banana, yogurt and granola – my favourite breakfast!
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Thanks, Kim. Such a tasty-sounding breakfast!
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It is. This morning we’re having poached egg and asparagus on toast.
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Yum! I’m guessing you like avocado on toast also.
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great stuff Li 🌟🌟 good one I love it! 💕💕
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Thanks!
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Thank you for the inspiration.
To Be Relished
No labor is too great,
that I may taste
the delight of the seed
she plants in my heart,
subtle, but exquisite,
sweeter than any berry,
any savory siren.
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Awwwwwwww! You have made my day, Ken.
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🙂
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Your words and those images have nudged my nostalgia and I’m puzzled as to how different the sugar dusted strawberries of my (UK) childhood tasted compared to the very sweet ones that occur in New Zealand!
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Someone, I never met a strawberry I didn’t like. Or blueberry. Or raspberry. Glad to have nudged your nostalgia :)
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My goodness this is good! You had me at “even ears sigh in mmm’s anticipation.” Indeed! ❤️❤️
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Sanaa, thanks so much <3
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Aww you poured strawberry into a mesmerising compot of words. Loved it
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Thanks much, Marja!
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Oh, I love this! The whole wholesome process of it from picking to shortcake! I bet it was delicious. And the title made me smile. Strawberries are definitely the sirens of all fruit, aren’t they! 😄
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Thanks so much, Nina. They sure sing at this time of year here.
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Oh, yum. so much fun and so good!
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Yes it was on all counts. The girls had a blast.
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A great day for sure.
I dumped my Substack site. It was not showing up in the feed. I think since I had the free site, only those who subscribed to my site saw my stuff! Not too good!
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Yes, it was. Thanks for the heads-up on your substack. My account there is free and I’m sure others can see what I’m posting as they either like or reply. Not sure about the feed. I do know I got your posts in email. Do you see mine in your email?
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Yes I got emails when subscribers posted, but when I dumped it I don’t get any. I was referring to seeing my post is the home feed on the upper left. It shows a feed like facebook, but none of my stuff ever showed up there. I was not too happy with thier format and the way they pushed you to post on your other social media and try to get others. Oh well, I will keep it simple with WP! :>)
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I miss berry picking that I used to always do in Connecticut!
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I usually buy them from the market, but picking them was very satisfying. Glad it brought back those memories, Christine.
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Oh, what a delight!! A memory to cherish for all its sweetness.
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Di, it truly is. I hope it is for the girls and their parents also.
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A very sweet and yummy poem.
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:) <3
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🫶🏼🌹🫶🏼
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Your poem conjujured up memories of our backyard strawberry plot, Lisa.
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Happy it did. It was the first time going out to a large field of them to pick.
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mmm yum!!!!!
We had strawberries too but not a huge field, my neighbor on the other hand, I remember her mum sending us to pick them and we just sat down there at this huge field (they were selling them) and ate.
Good memories.
Loved the poem and the photos both!
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Reelika, I’m glad it brought back pleasant memories for you. Thanks much.
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Life is a bowl full of strawberries. They do look like hearts and this poem is so joyful. For me it’s blueberries right now.
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Yes it is! Yes, they do. Thank you for reading and your wonderful comment. Blueberries, Yum!
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This is a treat for all the senses, Lisa. Wonderful stuff.
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Thanks so much!
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Pleasure is mine!
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:) <3
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A beautiful moment to capture – Jae
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Thanks very much, Jae.
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This brings me back, Li! We used to go strawberry picking with our kids when they were young. Then on that day, we had strawberry shortcake FOR Dinner!
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Looks and sounds delicious.
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