Delectable

Strawberries.
Luscious dimpled red,
capped by emerald-leafed crowns.

Thumb and forefinger
pinch greenery,
slowly bring to mouth.

Eyes dilate.
Yearning at first sight
turns to absolute delight.

Sweetness explodes.
Taste sublime
brings smile divine.

Nectar-trickle escapes lips
stains white linen,
evidence of fulfilled lust

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Fulfilled hides the prompt word fill
Photo taken as we brought these amazing strawberries home from the Hillcrest Farmers Market in San Diego. Poem written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where today De asks us to include the word, or a form of the word, “fill” in our quadrille (poem of exactly 44 words, sans title). Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come join us! 

24 thoughts on “Delectable

  1. whimsygizmo February 10, 2020 / 3:07 pm

    DELCIOUS! Love this, Lil. I can taste them.

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  2. kim881 February 10, 2020 / 3:15 pm

    I saw the close-up of the strawberries (so luscious dimpled red) before I read the poem and I felt as if I could just pick one out of the laptop! Your poem made me hungry for strawberries, Lill, especially the lines:
    ‘Nectar-trickle escapes lips
    stains white linen,
    evidence of fulfilled lust’.
    Wow!

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  3. Glenn A. Buttkus February 10, 2020 / 3:42 pm

    So very sensual and clever. We’re still getting strawberries here at Costco, and they are wonderful. I enjoy some for breakfast every day.

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  4. msjadeli February 10, 2020 / 4:20 pm

    I can’t imagine how delicious those strawberries must have tasted to inspire your outstanding poem! Every stanza sings.

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  5. Carol J Forrester February 10, 2020 / 4:36 pm

    Fantastic temptation in this poem. My mouth is watering for fresh, summer strawberries out of the garden.

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  6. ghostmmnc February 10, 2020 / 5:53 pm

    The best fruits are those that drip all over with juice. Love the mouthwatering poem. 🙂

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  7. gillena cox February 10, 2020 / 6:03 pm

    What a delicious quadrille
    Much💝love

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  8. Grace February 10, 2020 / 6:57 pm

    Yummy and delicious!

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  9. Beverly Crawford February 10, 2020 / 7:21 pm

    Oh, you scamp, now I’m hankering for strawberries!! Luscious verse!

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  10. Mary (tqhousecat) February 10, 2020 / 8:02 pm

    Can’t wait for the end of May for the freshly picked ones! Sweet luscious words!

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  11. Truedessa February 10, 2020 / 10:36 pm

    I do enjoy strawberries, they are delicious just like your poem.

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  12. Feelings and Freedom February 11, 2020 / 12:42 am

    Yummy! The strawberries look so delicious Lilian, especially with a cherry topping of your fulfilling words 🙂

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  13. Vandana Sharma February 11, 2020 / 8:52 am

    Delectable summer gifts!!!

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  14. Shaun Jex February 11, 2020 / 9:13 am

    Nell, now I need strawberries. Perhaps with cream.

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  15. Yvonne Osborne February 11, 2020 / 9:20 am

    Mmm
    won’t be long we’ll be in the patch!

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  16. hank77 February 11, 2020 / 11:36 am

    kaykuala

    Nectar-trickle escapes lips
    stains white linen,
    evidence of fulfilled lust

    Certainly a tell-tale sign of sheer satisfaction

    Hank

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  17. merrildsmith February 12, 2020 / 7:12 am

    You are fortunate to be tasting “real” strawberries. There’s nothing like them.

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  18. Xan February 12, 2020 / 6:11 pm

    Pretty sure my eyes dilated, and some possible toe curling at the thought of that first taste (of strawberry of strawberry)

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  19. calmkate February 22, 2020 / 6:11 pm

    a very sensuous rendition of the fruits of temptation 🙂

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