Of Thursday Last

Little rock that spoke to me
in the tide pools of
Thursday Last

Amongst the hermit crabs
& scuttle crabs & rocks.
Little rock that spoke to me
in the tide pools of
Thursday Last

Red & vibrant in the light
& surf
pick me
I am beautiful.
Little rock that spoke to me
in the tide pools of
Thursday Last

Unique you were
in color
& glimmer
& shape
I tucked you away for safe keeping.
Surely your
beauty
is something to be celebrated.

Stashed away
in my suit case.
On my desk.
Little rock that spoke to me
in the tide pools of
Thursday Last

Ever so wise
you are beautiful.
You are something to be celebrated.
So why your celebration
struck
a lifeless blow?
Stowed away for only my enjoyment.
Little rock that spoke to me
in the tide pools of
Thursday Last

Red & vibrant in the light
unique you were
in color
& glimmer
& shape.
Little rock that spoke to me
in the tide pools of
Thursday Last

You have lost you twinkle.
The only glimmer of your
intrigue
lies as a sad salty reminder.

You belong in the ocean.
Here you are mundane,
Little rock that spoke to me
in the tide pools of
Thursday Last.

Ode to the Blackberry

Ode to the blackberry

so dark and so sweet

Longing and waiting

for you I shall eat.

But today it is June

still beautiful flowers you be

Much patience is needed

before you may nourish me.

From flowers you will grow

then green and then red

Begging to be picked

but still sour instead.

Your thorny green bushes

hold within them a prize

For all who dare

to see what is inside.

My youth was spent

summers in the blackberry rows

With cuts on my arms,

my legs, and my toes.

A harvest so grand

you never ceased to amaze

Blackberries, the epitome

of perfectly filled summer days.

White flowers today

I long, gazing upon

for those seconds, those minutes, those days, and those hours

That were spent amongst the bushes with their super sweet powers.

Vibrantly fading

white, green, red, then black

I knew in heart

there was no turning back.

With fingers stained purple

and brambles stuck to my hair

That delectable smell

still perfuming the air.

Berry, please hurry and ripen

as I may be transported back there.