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17 May 2017

Taste of Nature – tan renga

taste of nature–
sweet blackberry bushes
sing to child and bees                           © Sara McNulty

the hum of pleasure deepens
through the sunny afternoon                 © Rosemary Nissen-Wade

or:

the tart-sweet juices spread,
reddening mouths and fingers               © Rosemary Nissen-Wade


For Carpe Diem's Tan Renga Challenge 2017 #11

 And linking to Poet s United's Poetry Pantry #354

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27 comments:

  1. Kim M. Russell17 May 2017 at 16:23

    I love both completions, Rosemary!

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  2. Nicole Pottier17 May 2017 at 18:11

    I love the tart-sweet juice !

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  3. Anonymous18 May 2017 at 08:57

    Ignite my memory of taking my kids to the fields...

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  4. Chèvrefeuille18 May 2017 at 10:44

    I love both, but in your first completion I see more the nature of what was started in the hokku. Nicely done.

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  5. Janice18 May 2017 at 15:01

    both are delightful.

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  6. Gillena Cox19 May 2017 at 05:21

    Luv them both

    Much love...

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  7. Adas Alcove19 May 2017 at 17:40

    One leads you to the hot drone of summer, the other to a reprieve. Nicely done!

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  8. Magical Mystical Teacher21 May 2017 at 23:20

    Either way works for me, since I love picking wild blackberries!

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  9. Sherry Blue Sky21 May 2017 at 23:41

    Delicious poems. I adore blackberries.

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  10. ✿21 May 2017 at 23:47

    I could read poems about eating blackberries all day long. Love these.

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  11. Thotpurge21 May 2017 at 23:53

    Both work!!

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  12. Therisa's World22 May 2017 at 00:05

    Prefer the second one, as it brings back memories, as a child, eating berries, from wild canes, in my opa's woodlot, and at my parent's cottage, getting covered in burrs and picking them off, afterwards, by the campfire.

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  13. annell422 May 2017 at 00:56

    Blackberries always remind me of my Grandmother. We would go to pick blackberries, and there would always be a snake there in the blackberry patch.

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  14. C.C.22 May 2017 at 01:19

    Oh, when that hum of pleasure deepens.....those are the most delicious afternoons of all :-)

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  15. indybev22 May 2017 at 03:24

    Made me think of the wild blackberries of Oregon ... and blackberry pie! Thanks for that, Rosemary!

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  16. humbird22 May 2017 at 03:59

    Love both renga, enjoyed you participating in tan renga.

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  17. Sanaa Rizvi22 May 2017 at 04:10

    I love the tart-sweet juice!❤️ Beautifully done!

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  18. Magaly Guerrero22 May 2017 at 07:26

    The second one reminds me of home... years and years and years ago.

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  19. Wendy Bourke22 May 2017 at 07:47

    What an enchanting poetic process ... and an introduction - for me - to tan renga. Thanks for this, Rosemary.

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  20. Mary22 May 2017 at 08:56

    Wow, now you have me hungry...with your delectable writing of food!! Delicious poetry!

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  21. ZQ22 May 2017 at 09:33

    You made and interesting form work very well.
    ZQ

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  22. Myrna R.22 May 2017 at 11:14

    Recently, I painted some beautiful blossoms of our blackberry bush. Yesterday, I picked some delicious blackberries. So, your words have special meaning to me. Both endings are dear.

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  23. Old Egg22 May 2017 at 11:39

    These poems took me back to my childhood, finding blackberries, gorging on them and coming home with mouth and fingers stained and sticky. Beautiful.

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  24. Jae Rose22 May 2017 at 19:55

    What a wonderful poetic conversation

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  25. Anonymous22 May 2017 at 21:39

    I like both very much, but the second one appeals to me personally, because it brings up memories of berry picking afternoons with my children.

    Elizabeth

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  26. ayala24 May 2017 at 09:36

    Love them both!

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