A Field

Written for:  Carpe Diem #501, strawberry

Credits:  Strawberry Fields

Credits: Strawberry Fields

Imagine a field

No battles fought, end of war

Ripe, sweet strawberries

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to A Field

  1. Haiku can be fun
    But sometimes they don’t make sense
    Refrigerator
    Sorry, I couldn’t resist, haha. I like haiku for the challenge of fitting a lot into a little space. Very zen. Best,
    D

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  2. Peace dripping from the screen … like strawberry juice.

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