I can't seem to stop writing poetry or reading poetry. I think it is safe to say I love poetry and I love sharing great poetry with others.
Under the Honeysuckle, blue as the skies
in hands of a mid-western girl
where strings of bright blueberries match her eyes
blue dyes every curl.
These ripe delicious blueberries on my block
where lies dead song bird
pale breasted with broken wing lying on rock
songs no longer heard.
A beautiful woman stands smiling at me
blueberries staining her tears
offers me her fresh picked fruit: I will see
tonight we could forget our fears.
© 2020 Jamie Lee Hamann
Jamie Lee Hamann (author) from Reno NV on April 29, 2020:
Thank you for your kind comments Ann, Louise, Ruby, Brenda, and Mitara. Jamie
Mitara N from South Africa on April 28, 2020:
So sad about the bird.
A lovely display of natural beauty in your write
Thanks for sharing
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on April 28, 2020:
Great to have someone to share time with during this time of uncertain fear.
Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on April 27, 2020:
The song bird dying is sad but the poetry is beautiful!
Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on April 27, 2020:
Aww, that's a lovely poem. I really enjoyed reading that.
Ann Carr from SW England on April 27, 2020:
Bitter sweet! Great verses. And that photo made my mouth water!