Memory from a Fruit

This is for DVerse Poetics’s prompt, “Always in Season.” It turns out that, a few months ago, I wrote a different poem about an orange, which is interesting because I don’t like oranges that much. Nevertheless, they are evidently full of juicy inspiration!


I peeled an orange and found
Joy, inside that rough exterior peel,
Bordering on obnoxious with that summery citrus scent,
Joy in the juice which covered my fingers,
In the pulp which found its way
Under each one of my fingernails —

I peeled an orange and grabbed
Happiness, full of ripeness, because I wasn’t
Looking overly intently for it.

sliced orange fruit
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Summer Villanelle

It was a real challenge to finish any poems halfway decently, although I started about 7 of them today. However, at last I have finished Linda’s paint-chip poetry challenge, which was to write a villanelle this week, using at least three of the phrases on the paint chips below. I like villanelles and writing them, but it was hard to write a whole one in a single day. I still appreciate the prompt because I don’t often write villanelles on my own. Most of my poems are much shorter.

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Fruits of Our Labor

A haibun alluding to the solstice for DVerse’s Haibun Monday.


Sweet, ripe strawberries convey the taste of summer. Store-bought may be bigger, but nothing can beat the beauty of garden-grown. The sun from my own back yard reddens the fruits, which have grown from hand-planted seeds, just as this daylight has grown from the seeds of winter nights. Teeth sink gratefully into the fruits of our labor.

This moment stands still
Reaching the peak of ripeness —
Sweet strawberry juice

How It Was, Before the Rain

This poem was written for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt this week. We can write in any form yet are supposed to use at least 10 of the 15 given words. Also for Writing Wednesday: Dehydrated.


I saw sunshine in your eyes,
A heavenly zest for life,
You were summertime,
Like watermelon eaten poolside,
Quenching the thirst of
My dehydrated mind.

I thought you saw
Clear skies, then
Out of the blue, what must
Have been a total eclipse,
Sudden, of your beautiful life.