we must be careful
fruit so easily broken
& bruised
is guarded jealously
circled by live barbwire
claws that scratch deep
self-protection
how we learn from brambles
to defend
our own sweetness
we must be careful
fruit so easily broken
& bruised
is guarded jealously
circled by live barbwire
claws that scratch deep
self-protection
how we learn from brambles
to defend
our own sweetness
Good question! Interesting thing to ponder…
meanwhile, our first bowserino loved blackberries, I would hold a branch out, and she’d pick berries off with a nimble bite.
aww–I can see that happening–I had a border collie who loved tomatoes, and had to guard my garden from her, and limit her to one or two fruit a day, so the rest of us got some!
Wonderful poem – probing question, deep syntax and more than one level of meaning! 🙂
Thanks! What are you doing up in the wee hours?
Evasive but telling! We are like roses! You are beautiful !
thanks, Deb–didja know raspberries are in the rose family? 🙂 Just found that out.
I wasn’t sure but thanks for verifying! Blessings ~Deb
“to defend
our own sweetness”
Its sad but true, that we live in a world that we have to. I like this
Thanks, Christopher. It is a shame.
very good little metaphor. i’m behind as it was too hot yesterday to even think:)
It WAS…thanks for liking this!