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HAIKU DIALOGUE – first raspberry

 

Welcome to Haiku Dialogue

Let’s talk about haiku! You are invited to respond to photographs – I will share a photo each week as a prompt for your writing…

Submit an original unpublished poem via our Contact Form by Saturday midnight on the theme of the week, including your name as you would like it to appear, and place of residence.

Please note that by submitting, you agree that your work may appear in the column – neither acknowledgment nor acceptance emails will be sent. All communication about the poems that are posted in the column will be added as blog comments.

Poems will be selected based on the potential to generate discussion – these poems will be the best to talk about…

next week’s theme:

The deadline for this theme is midnight Pacific Time, Saturday 20 July 2019.

I look forward to reading your submissions.

 

HAIKU DIALOGUE:  first raspberry

Here are my selections for this week:

the wild berry
on her lips
morning drizzle

Agus Maulana Sunjaya
Tangerang, Indonesia

 

nectar harvest…
the married wings in flight
of honey bees

(Honey bees belong to the order of Hymenoptera, which refers to the wings of the insects… A plausible etymology involving Hymen, the Ancient Greek god of marriage, is that these insects have “married wings” in flight. Derived from WIKIPEDIA)

Alan Summers
England

 

one moment
four raspberries
unnoticed photographer

Aljoša Vuković
Šibenik, Croatia

 

rain of July –
raspberry granules
between the gums

Angiola Inglese

 

persistent rain
grandma’s betel-juice stained lips
start another tale

Anitha Varma

 

sunlight and thorns
in every handful
first raspberries

Ann K. Schwader
Westminster, CO

 

almost ripe
the blackberries –
in me an aging child

Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

 

balloon seller’s son
flowers blooming
in the shrub

Aparna Pathak

 

the last batch
of mother’s berry jam –
chimney soot

arvinder kaur
Chandigarh, India

 

spectrum
of color from red to blue –
berries

Ashoka Weerakkody

 

chance encounter
berries on the vine
I set up my easel

Barbara Tate

 

plant extracts
of shaded colouring
outbursts that bloom

Benedicta Boamah
Ghana

 

berries on the bush
brings bears from the woods
sales on shotguns

Bruce Jewett

 

a stillness
just after the quake
berry bush

C.R. Harper
USA

 

raspberry garden
the grandchild returns
with red lips

Carmen Sterba

 

daughter-in-law
our relationship
still a bit thorny

Carol Reynolds
Australia

 

family tree…
but for our DNA
our differences

Carole MacRury

 

ripe raspberries…
scenting the memories
with my mother

cezar-florin ciobîcă

 

the sweetest berries
ripen far from the trail
grizzly ridge

Charles Harmon
Los Angeles, California, USA

 

wild raspberries
the sweet taste of freedom
on our first camping trip

Christina Sng

 

raspberries
celebrating new life
on babies’ bellies

Claire Vogel Camargo
USA

 

trying to be
something else
paleo diet

clysta seney
northern California

 

fast ripening fruits –
I waited for too long
to have the talk

Cristina Angelescu
Romania

 

growing in peace
far from the maddening noise
mountain berries

Dean Okamura

 

sun on my back
a gentle tug tells me
the berry is ripe

Debbie Scheving
Bremerton WA

 

cancelled cake
raspberry smudges
on kids’ faces

Dubravka Ščukanec
Zagreb, Croatia

 

wild raspberries
childhood memories
ripening

Edward Cody Huddleston

 

deserted playground…
the children in the bushes
with lips stained red

Elena Naskova

 

midsummer
the ripe raspberries
unpicked

Eva Limbach
Germany

 

neglected garden
slugs feasting on
raspberries

Franjo Ordanić

 

unripe raspberries:
yesterday’s questions without answer

Giuliana Ravaglia

 

invasive
raspberry patch
bumper crop of jam

Greer Woodward
Kamuela, HI

 

waiting for the sunset
our raspberry liquor
and some bergamot

Guliz Mutlu

 

forest glade
a long friendship’s
sweet fruit

Helga Stania
Switzerland

 

wild berries
the secrets of healing
on the tip of my tongue

Hifsa Ashraf
Pakistan

 

rivers and tributaries
each leaf
and its lifelines

Ingrid Baluchi
Ohrid, Macedonia

 

summer heat
après-swim refreshments
from a berry bush

Janice Munro

 

raspberry pi
pint-sized technology but
still mighty delicious

Jo El
North Carolina

 

new arrival
the fruit
of her labour

john hawkhead

 

delicacy of deer
how she learned her way
through childhood brambles

Kath Abela Wilson

 

berry buds ripen
luscious
summer stars

Kathleen Mazurowski

 

family reunion
on the hillside
ripening raspberries

Lori Zajkowski

 

raspberry picking
a cluster of
sunburnt faces

Lucy Whitehead
Essex, UK

 

just fed baby…
amuses herself
blowing raspberries

Madhuri Pillai

 

Raspberries
Clinging to the bush
Uh-oh, bear

Margaret Cole

 

rich and ripe
tasting
the picture

Margaret Walker

 

berries –
the color of the leaves
in autumn

Maria Teresa Piras

 

bramble pricks
on soft skin
the berries’ sweetness

Marilyn Ashbaugh
Lake Michigan shore

 

raspberry stained
fingers counting
summers left

Marion Boyer

 

me with my sisters…
the youngest two
forever young

Marion Clarke
Warrenpoint, Northern Ireland

 

bloodlust drawn
toward the berry
and the thorn

Mark Gilbert
UK

 

autumn frost
the warmth
of blackberry pie

Martha Magenta

 

mulberry jam
still spreading childhood
memories on bread

Minal Sarosh
Ahmedabad, India

 

life circle
all shades of
ripeness

Nadejda Kostadinova
Bulgaria

 

petty larceny…
neighbor kids raid
raspberry patch

Nancy Brady
Huron, Ohio

 

budding mulberries
the first time
I wore lipstick

nancy liddle
broken hill, Australia

 

red berries
the popular girl
in summer camp

Neni Rusliana
Indonesia

 

end of summer
stuck between my teeth
raspberry seeds

Olivier Schopfer
Geneva, Switzerland

 

pink sunrise from my bed
– mouthful of raspberry

Paddy White

 

Open your mouth
and close your eyes –
three raspberries

Pasquale Asprea

 

standup comic
full house sound
of raspberries

Paul Geiger
Sebastopol CA

 

wild berries
green to purple
aging gracefully

Peggy Hale Bilbro
Alabama, USA

 

her shaggy hair –
raspberries

Pere Risteski

 

stained lips
the crows ate them
we claim

Pris Campbell

 

raspberry plum
catch of the eye
morning’s first spell

Radhamani sarma

 

from the youngest
to the oldest
our last family photo session

Radostina Dragostinova
Bulgaria

 

berry-colored lips
her pail only
half full

Rehn Kovacic

 

tequila sunrise
the day buzzing
with bramble bees

Rich Schilling
Webster Groves, MO

 

mulberry season
the mellow memories
of courtship

Richa Sharma

 

day stars
beyond prickly mounts
oceans ripple

Robert Kingston
Essex UK

 

wild berries –
picking the pale ones
for summer wine

robyn brooks
usa

 

rose raspberries
survive the blue jays’ raid
past time for a jam

Ron Scully

 

wearing
a raspberry shirt…
summer days

Rosa Maria Di Salvatore

 

morning sun
reflecting berries
in oriole’s eyes

SD Desai

 

plastic surgery
her new smile
greenhouse raspberry

Sanela Pliško

 

various colors
clinging
to the same vine

Sari Grandstaff
Saugerties, NY

 

spring thunder
riding the bike inside
old man johnson’s barn

simonj
UK

 

early morning
a bear and I in hunting
on raspberries

Slobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia

 

thimble berries
the one in bloom
ready to be picked

Stephen A. Peters

 

summer berries
gather morning sunshine
before mere words

Steve Tabb
San Miguel de Allende, Mexico

 

grandma’s garden
in each new ripened berry
her “I love you”

Susan Rogers
L.A. CA USA

 

berry picking
two for the bucket
three for me

Terri French

 

a purple miniskirt
at the back of my closet…
summer fling

Theresa A. Cancro
Wilmington, Delaware USA

 

raspberry picking
little girl fills the basket
with every third

Tomislav Sjekloća
Cetinje, Montenegro

 

red raspberry
in the morning haze
deer silhouette

Tsanka Shishkova

 

extra sunshine –
gold raspberries
on the cereal

Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA

 

berry blast
my cheeks a shade darker
as he winks

Vandana Parashar

 

beneath her twirling tire swing wild raspberries

Vicki Miko

 

easy picking
raspberries for preserves
life partners

wendy c. bialek
prescott valley, az usa

 

sunlight and rain showers
for oxygen and raspberries
deal?

X3+us the Whale

 

raspberry blues
all grandma’s singing
to help them grow

Xenia Tran
Scotland

 

Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019).

 

This Post Has 79 Comments

  1. Normally I do not learn post on blogs, but I would like to say that this write-up very pressured me to check out and do so!
    Your writing taste has been surprised me. Thank you, very great article.

  2. waiting for sunset
    our raspberry liquor
    and some bergamot
    .
    Guliz Mutlu

    what a tasty and relaxing way to end a day!
    Guliz Mutlu i wanted you to know that bergamot is one of my favourite….scents…..how do you use it? are you cutting it like an orange and eating slices or in another form? marmalade?

    i have used it in shampoo….the shower leaves me feeling heavenly from its scent, and also in earl grey teas, etc.

  3. I enjoyed this delicious basket of berries Kathy, and thanks for including mine that while inspired by the image, went off into my intuitive response. I see a few others along the same line, so wonderful to see such a lovely assortment of inspired poems. Here are just few of my favorites that leapt off the page immediately into my heart.

    persistent rain
    grandma’s betel-juice stained lips
    start another tale

    Anitha Varma

    I appreciate a peek into Anitha’s culture and the way a grandma’s storytelling is about to warm a rainy day and keep youngsters entertained.

    daughter-in-law
    our relationship
    still a bit thorny

    Carol Reynolds
    Australia

    I like the way the prompt inspired Carol to go deeper into an intuitive and inspired response while still retaining some aspect of berries, their thorns! 

    ripe raspberries…
    scenting the memories
    with my mother

    cezar-florin ciobîcă

    Of the many that spoke directly to the image, I liked this one particularly because it captured a moment in time, but a moment meant to move into the future as years later, the scent of raspberries will bring back memories of Mother.

    berry picking
    two for the bucket
    three for me

    Terri French

    Always alert to an emotional or sensory response to any poem, Terri’s just pierced me with familiarity, humor and truth!

  4. tthank you kj for including my haiku among the many delicious ones this week…

    Agus Maulana Sunjaya’s
    the wild berry
    on her lips
    morning drizzle

    makes my mouth water

    I also enjoyed Arvinder Kaur’s
    the last batch
    of mother’s berry jam –
    chimney soot
    ..so mysterious… was the jar hiding in the chimney?

    and there were so many others including Kathabela Wilson ‘s and Charles Harmon’s that I enjoyed. Really they were all wonderful.

  5. Thank you, kj, for including my poem!

    All of the poems and responses are compelling! Thank you, every one!

    almost ripe
    the blackberries –
    in me an aging child
    Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
    I love Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo’s poem! It is musical, sweet and symbolic.

    growing in peace
    far from the maddening noise
    mountain berries
    Dean Okamura
    Dean Okamura’s poem calls to me…I want to find that place “far from the maddening noise” right now!

    sun on my back
    a gentle tug tells me
    the berry is ripe
    Debbie Scheving
    Bremerton WA
    Debbie Scheving’s poem hits every one of my senses …remembering those north shore berry patches!

    wild berries
    the secrets of healing
    on the tip of my tongue
    Hifsa Ashraf
    Pakistan
    Hifsa Ashraf’s words are composed beautifully to reveal the true goodness of berries… “the secrets of healing“.

    rivers and tributaries
    each leaf
    and its lifelines
    Ingrid Baluchi
    Ohrid, Macedonia
    Ingrid Baluchi’s thoughtful poem is a beautiful way to express the magic of nature in photosynthesis …and beyond.

    berries –
    the color of the leaves
    in autumn
    Maria Teresa Piras
    Maria Teresa Piras’ poem brings me back to my home place, Minnesota … “in autumn” always a colorful drive to the north shore …stopping to buy crates of berries and more at country roadside stands.

    mulberry jam
    still spreading childhood
    memories on bread
    Minal Sarosh
    Ahmedabad, India
    What a delightful way to express “childhood” “memories” …like a picture book!

    life circle
    all shades of
    ripeness
    Nadejda Kostadinova
    Bulgaria
    Nadejda Kostadinova’s subtle lovely words describe another meaning beyond the heart of the picture.

    wearing
    a raspberry shirt…
    summer days
    Rosa Maria Di Salvatore
    I love Rosa Maria Di Salvatore’s poem! For me, its simplicity gives a vivid feeling to “summer days”.

    summer berries
    gather morning sunshine
    before mere words
    Steve Tabb
    San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
    Steve Tabb’s poem is beautiful. For me, sometimes nature seems too breathtaking for words!

    extra sunshine –
    gold raspberries
    on the cereal
    Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
    Fairlawn, Ohio USA
    Valentina Ranaldi-Adams’ poem adds a tasty variety to morning breakfast … not only “extra sunshine” but with extra sweetness!

  6. I choose these three haiku for their feeling of freedom.
    .
    the wild berry
    on her lips
    morning drizzle
    .
    Agus Maulana Sunjaya


    wild berries
    the secrets of healing
    on the tip of my tongue
    .
    Hifsa Ashraf

    .
    wild raspberries
    the sweet taste of freedom
    on our first camping trip
    .
    Christina Sng

  7. mulberry jam
    still spreading childhood
    memories on bread
    .
    Minal Sarosh
    Ahmedabad, India
    .
    .

    I love how this is both a pivot/hinge line:
    .
    mulberry jam
    still spreading childhood
    .
    .
    still spreading childhood
    memories on bread
    .
    .
    And those last two lines are so powerful:
    “still spreading childhood memories on bread”
    .
    It reminds me of spreading meat drippings onto bread when we had eventually eaten our meat ration for the week, and after that it was white processed sugar on bread to spread the cost of food back in the 1960s.
    .
    .

    raspberry blues
    all grandma’s singing
    to help them grow
    .
    Xenia Tran
    Scotland
    .
    .
    As the color is from the range of blue, the starting line is so potent, as it’s also in the other range of blue, that of sad songs. A joint joyful and poignant haiku that is really as big as its heart, and grandma’s heart.

  8. From flavours to memories, from colours to taste, and from feelings to healing…I enjoyed every single haiku.

    Thanks Kathy for this wonderful selection and encouragement. Stay blessed!

  9. Thank you for including my haiku KJ, and thanks to Debbie Scheving for the mention. I thought the image was ripening blackberries. Many of these lovely haiku remind me of when we made loganberry pancakes on a campfire when we ran out of money in Portugal. We survived on loganberries for weeks.

  10. .
    me with my sisters…
    the youngest two
    forever young
    .
    Marion Clarke
    Warrenpoint, Northern Ireland
    .
    .
    As with any kind of prompt whether a word, a phrase, or a photo, there is no need to include the topic directly by name.
    .
    This was one of the strongest haiku in this strong set of work to a theme of raspberries.
    .
    It would be easy to speed-read and gloss over this poem:
    .
    .
    me with my sisters…
    .
    .
    Active tense and I love the colloquialism of ‘me with my sisters’ which sounds so much more natural
    than ‘my sisters and I’ which although grammatically correct sounds rather daft, to put it diplomatically.
    .
    .

    the youngest two
    .
    .
    A day out amongst the sisters and the two youngest are doing what younger siblings do.
    .
    .
    forever young
    .
    .
    This is a deadly sad line. From a playful time as children, as if happening right now, we learn that it seems two sisters died before their time. Very powerful line, very powerful set up line after line, and very powerful evocation of the prompt.

    1. I didn’t pay the attention this haiku needed so I’d like to apologize. Thanks to Alan for pointing out how great it is!

      1. Thanks Rich!
        .
        From the entire series that KJMunro kickstarted there are lots of hidden gems. I hope many go into individual collections, and others find their way into various anthologies to be discovered.
        .
        I guess when I read a haiku every single word embeds itself into me like a pin cushion, I feel every one of them as both individual and as a group member.

    2. Thank you so much for your commentary on my haiku, Alan.

      This one came to me when I examined the photo of the raspberries and saw that although all four berries were on the one plant, they were ripening at different rates. This made me think of a family photograph, in particular one my father took with my sisters and me at different ages.

      Line one is almost like part of a conversation, as though someone has just enquired about the subjects in a photograph in my home and I reply, “me with my sisters”. Line two refers to my two younger siblings who left us well before their time. Sheelín died of Cystic Fibrosis just days before her seventeenth birthday and the youngest in our family, Niamh, was in her early forties when she died three years ago from cancer.

      Thanks once again. I’m pleased this one works for you.

      marion

  11. Love Carmen Sterba’s and Haifa’s Ashraf’s haiku here. Very poignant associations anchored by the raspberries. Thank you for including my raspberry haiku among these.

  12. this dialog is one of my favorite activities and i relish all the delightful variations from talented poets. most special to me were:

    from the youngest
    to the oldest
    our last family photo session

    Radostina Dragostinova
    Bulgaria

    me with my sisters…
    the youngest two
    forever young

    Marion Clarke
    Warrenpoint, Northern Ireland

    and ….. thank you for selecting mine for inclusion kj

  13. I enjoyed our celebration of the berry this week.
    .
    the last batch
    of mother’s berry jam –
    chimney soot
    .
    arvinder kaur
    .
    A melancholy image. End of winter or an empty house?
    .
    waiting for sunset
    our raspberry liquor
    and some bergamot
    .
    Guliz Mutlu
    .
    A colorful image of celebration.
    .
    autumn frost
    the warmth
    of blackberry pie
    .
    Martha Magenta
    .
    Loved the contrasts.
    .
    extra sunshine –
    gold raspberries
    on the cereal
    .
    Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
    .
    Happy abundance.
    .
    beneath the twirling tire swing
    wild raspberries
    .
    Vicki Miko
    .
    My apologies if this is supposed to be a one line haiku. Loved the exuberance of the four middle words.

    Was also intrigued by the science in Jo El’s “…pint-sized technology…” and the mystery poet or poets X3+us the Whale.

    .

    1. Thanks for appreciating Debbie ! yes,empty house,end of an era. I lost my mom last week. arvinder

  14. raspberry garden
    the grandchild returns
    with red lips

    delicacy of deer
    how she learned her way
    through childhood brambles

    raspberry picking
    little girl fills the basket
    with every third

    They bring back memories of watching my daughter learn to love raspberries in her grandparents patch.

  15. Thank you for including my words on raspberries in the blog. I enjoyed the writing the others, as well.

  16. Thank you so much for including my haiku here Kathy and for putting together this wonderful selection. There are many haiku that resonate and awaken something, this one speaks to me personally too:

    ‘mulberry jam
    still spreading childhood
    memories on bread’

    Minal Sarosh
    Ahmedabad, India

  17. Thanks to Kathy Munroe for selecting the kei raspberry grains. Congratulations to all the authors, I read a lot of creativity.

  18. Nice poetry everyone! Here are my favorites for the week:
    .
    berry-colored lips
    her pail only
    half full
    Rehn Kovacic
    .
    This reminds me of a berry picking adventure with my young daughter. Colorful, Rehn! Spot on!
    .
    from the youngest
    to the oldest
    our last family photo session
    Radostina Dragostinova
    .
    This was the same idea I had, but was unable to submit for this week. I do believe you said it better than my aborted effort! Excellent image to fit kj’s pic.
    .
    budding mulberries
    the first time
    I wore lipstick
    nancy liddle
    .
    Not counting the first time my young daughter smeared mom’s lipstick all over her face and arms, I remember her “dolling” up in her preteen years. I see “budding” here as a fitting image of a young girl’s passage into womanhood. Thanks, Nancy.
    .
    petty larceny…
    neighbor kids raid
    raspberry patch
    Nancy Brady
    .
    Unfortunately for me, I was caught taking grapes from an arbor in my kindergarten years. Although I was put up to it by friends (who hid from sight during my crime), I remember my heart racing as I ran from the shouting owner! Part of growing up, I guess.
    .
    raspberry stained
    fingers counting
    summers left
    Marion Boyer
    .
    Your first submission? Nice poem, Marion! Appears to have a certain dark tone with an underlying current of happiness. Thanks for this wonderful image.
    .
    raspberry picking
    a cluster of
    sunburnt faces
    Lucy Whitehead
    .
    A nice turn of events, from cluster to faces! Been there, done that, during berry picking time.
    .
    family reunion
    on the hillside
    ripening raspberries
    Lori Zajkowski
    .
    What a great time to get together as a family! Enjoying the fruits of their labors and enjoying the company.
    .
    wild berries
    the secrets of healing
    on the tip of my tongue
    Hifsa Ashraf
    .
    Can’t say anything more about your poem, Hifsa, other than wow! A really wonderful blending of words and images in my opinion!
    .
    unripe raspberries
    yesterday’s questions
    without answer
    Giuliana Ravaglia
    .
    Interesting connection between “unripe” and “questions” but how true it is! How often we have to wait, patiently, for life’s circumstances to be revealed. Thank you, Giuliana.
    .
    sun on my back
    a gentle tug tells me
    the berry is ripe
    Debbie Scheving
    .
    This poem I found to be powerful! So much unsaid and left to the imagination. Nice poem, Debbie!
    .
    fast ripening fruits –
    I waited for too long
    to have the talk
    Cristina Angelescu
    .
    Well, that was my wife’s job with our daughter. But for me, a fine rendition of the need for close mother/daughter relationships!
    .
    raspberry garden
    the grandchild returns
    with red lips
    Carmen Sterba
    .
    A very simple and straightforward poem, saying so much with so little. To me this reflects a child’s joy when visiting her grandparents!
    .
    sunlight and thorns
    in every handful
    first raspberries
    Ann K. Schwader
    .
    So many of life’s delicacies include blessings and curses! We have to separate them out, be thankful for the good and gracefully handle the bad. Great choice of words, Ann!
    .
    the wild berry
    on her lips
    morning drizzle
    Agus Maulana Sunjaya
    .
    A fine image that conjures up many interpretations! For me, uncontrollable situations can be overcome with strong relationships. Thank you for stimulating my imagination, Agus.
    .
    Ron

    1. Thanks for the comments on all of the haiku including mine. I was reminded of it a few years ago when my neighbor mentioned it at the visiting hours for my mom’s passing. She knew it all along, but never said anything at the time. Just years later…

  19. Bears are very important to this Raspberry prompt. As the seeds do not get digested,…Bears are critical, Especially. Black bears who love eating these spread them throughout the forests of at least North America….

    Thank you for choosing my fruity delight to the smorgasbord
    of C vitamins.

    here are my favorites:

    persistent rain
    grandma’s betel-juice stained lips
    start another tale

    Anitha Varma

    from the youngest
    to the oldest
    our last family photo session

    Radostina Dragostinova

  20. her shaggy hair –
    raspberries

    Pere Risteski

    I’m assuming this is a reference to 70s band The Raspberries or am I missing the point?

  21. wild raspberries
    the sweet taste of freedom
    on our first camping trip

    Christina Sng
    .
    Another that brought back memories.
    As children we too roamed the country lanes of Essex on holiday, filling bowls with what in some cases is forbidden fruits today. More and more we are being restricted by Ownership.
    promise land
    before the crush
    Summer fruits

  22. spring thunder
    riding the bike inside
    old man johnson’s barn

    simonj
    UK

    This tickled me this week. Visualising Dennis amongst all the Beano and Dandy characters had me smiling for the afternoon.

    Thank you Kathy for including mine. So enjoyable to see such diversity from a single image.

    1. Apologies, It was Mr Wilson that was Dennis’s arch rival.
      Still, without research Simon’s poem took me on a journey.

  23. Dear Kathy,
    Greetings, Delighted to see my haiku included here, thanking you for the same. Thrilled to be in the garden of berries.
    Here is my favorite of so many. Something which makes me re read the write.

    family tree…
    but for our DNA
    our differences

    Carole MacRury

    1. Thank you Radhamani, for enjoying my offering to the prompt. The various degrees of ripening inspired the thought of family trees and ancestors. I’m delighted to see a few other minds were also led in a somewhat similar direction. I second your ‘garden of berries’, and felt the same. It was a joy to read through all the delicious offerings.

  24. Having been enjoying a lot of pick-your-own recently I appreciated this selection, thanks KJ for including mine. I also spotted the musical reference (but no berets?) and very much enjoyed Hifsa Ashraf’s ‘wild berries / the secrets of healing / on the tip of my tongue’.

  25. Thank you Kathy for including my haiku in this delightfully diverse collection. I enjoyed both the ones that echo childhood berry-picking memories that the image evoked for me and the many others with related or completely different associations. Two of these that stood out for me are:
    .
    persistent rain
    grandma’s betel-juice stained lips
    start another tale
    Anitha Varma
    .
    The rain, the red-stained lips, and a grandmother’s storytelling draw me in.
    .

    wild berries
    the secrets of healing
    on the tip of my tongue
    Hifsa Ashraf
    Pakistan
    .
    For me this poem evokes the physical and spiritual wealth of berries foraged from a bush…and more.

  26. sun on my back
    a gentle tug tells me
    the berry is ripe
    .
    Debbie Scheving
    .
    A sensory overload (in a good way), including the little mentioned kinaesthesia in a “gentle tug”.

  27. Thank you Kathy for including mine. Looking forward to a wonderful afternoon of reading. …and congratulations everyone.

  28. raspberry blues
    all grandma’s singing
    to help them grow
    .
    Xenia Tran
    Scotland
    .
    When I imagine a grandmother, I don’t imagine her singing the blues. This haiku created a new image in my mind.

    1. Thank you for your kind words Valentina. My grandmother loved to sing to flowers and fruit growing in her garden and when she sang to the raspberries she’d really give it some welly!

  29. Kathy, I was surprised and pleased that you chose mine. Thank-you. Congrats to all the poets who were selected.

  30. It always struck me that raspberries are more delicate and refined than blackberries…something to do with their less prickliness and a more subtle flavour, but as a youngster, I hated to pull them off their inner core, leaving behind what my mother used to describe as their ‘soul’. What a lot of twaddle, bless her.
    There were a couple or more references this week to bears, and I’m pretty sure they don’t get that fussed about raspberry ‘souls’.
    Thank you Kathy for including my poem in this delicious assortment.

  31. again – the variety of responses! lips, taste, balloons, colours, bears, food, & even what I think is a reference to Prince (?) (or the artist formerly known as Prince…), & themes of ripening, & groupings that lead to family groupings – fascinating!
    thanks to all for submitting, as always, & looking forward to what you will do with the ink… kj

  32. Just glancing through, a few caught my eye. Claire Camargo’s raspberries and babies’ stomachs (who hasn’t done this?), Terri French’s berry picking and eating more than putting in the bucket (who hasn’t done this, too?), Susan Rogers’ grandma’s way of showing love. Will read more thoroughly; I am sure to find more gems in the berry patch. Congratulations to all the poets.
    Thanks Kathy for accepting my confessional haiku and adding it to the brimming bowl of berries.

    1. Thank you for liking my haiku ! I also loved your raspberry rascals Nancy stealing their sweet treats!

    2. Thank you, Nancy Brady, for enjoying and mentioning my haiku!
      raspberries
      celebrating new life
      on babies’ bellies

      Claire Vogel Camargo
      USA
      .
      I so enjoyed your haiku:
      petty larceny…
      neighbor kids raid
      raspberry patch
      .
      Your line 1, “petty larceny…” reminds me of a poem I wrote about my puppy years ago being a “petty thief”!
      .
      Thanks,
      Claire

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