As I tend to the strawberry plant in the corner of my tiny yard
As I dream about taking that first bite of a big, red strawberry- juice dribbling down my chin
As I inhale the earthy aromas of the breathing soil
As vines curl and coil around the nearly broken fence, straining for freedom
As the tiny leaves of the colossal tree wave and dance, breaking the sunlight and dancing with the wind
As the brilliant magentas and burgundy hues of the orchids invite our buzzing guests
The birds slowly peck away at the fulfilling flesh of the cherry tree, until the very core
The sturdy magnolia tree with its pure white blooms
The garden brimming with life while surviving in the rough streets of California
But every time I move from place to place, three times
I look back
When I tended my little strawberry plant
i remember feeling kinda creative one day and wrote this in literally five minutes. i found it in one of my old documents from last year and i thought “this seems interesting, why not?”. oh, and i really do have a strawberry plant in my backyard.
do any of you guys write poetry? poetry is this wild and crazy thing that lets us express ourselves. poems speak to me and kindle something inside me. someone better tell me how to write one cuz i really need to make sense of the stuff i write.
what kind of poetry do you like to write?
shine on and dftba,