Blueberry Picking

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.

Blueberry Picking

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

Comments

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:

Nice writing.

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!

Ann