raspberries

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

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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11 Responses to raspberries

  1. nelle's avatar nelle says:

    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!

  2. Wonderful poem – probing question, deep syntax and more than one level of meaning! 🙂

  3. Evasive but telling! We are like roses! You are beautiful !

  4. Chris Brown Poet (Akéwì)'s avatar cfbrown (कवि) says:

    “to defend
    our own sweetness”

    Its sad but true, that we live in a world that we have to. I like this

  5. doncarroll's avatar doncarroll says:

    very good little metaphor. i’m behind as it was too hot yesterday to even think:)

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