last day of vacation—
the blackberries
won’t let me go
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Alexa Selph
Alexa Selph is a native Atlantan, where she works as a freelance book editor and teaches poetry in the adult education program at Emory University. Her poems have been published in Poetry, Smartish Pace, Hummingbird and Modern Haiku, among others.
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The blackberries mention is a little cryptic. Are they the RIM variety? ;-)
Sweet! Lovely words, lovely image, lovely thought. I hope this makes it to the eventual anthology of great (and delicious) blackberry poems….gracias Alexa.
The blackberries mention is a little cryptic. Are they the RIM variety? ;-)
Sweet! Lovely words, lovely image, lovely thought. I hope this makes it to the eventual anthology of great (and delicious) blackberry poems….gracias Alexa.
Simple, in the best sense, and truthful. Compelling as the experience it describes.
Gave me a big smile – thanks :-)
I like your blackberry story. Here is mine about the end of summer:
Wizened yellow apples
along the side of the road.
Harbingers.
flat tire…
truckers and pickers
full of roses
Stopping for blackberries
small plam in my hand
The lane back to school
It gave me a grin with blackberries stuck between my teeth.
vége a vakációnak –
a teli szederfák
visszatartanak