September 22, 2021 · 1:59 pm
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The Blueberries – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about fruit.

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“Age is not all decay, it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within that withers and bursts the husk.” George MacDonald

The Blueberries

In the very first of the season came the 
promise of delight cached in smooth,
taught, dark skin, shining, exposed,
ripening before the sun, full of rich delight
to please any tongue or wanton fingers
willing to scoop the sugared, juicy high,
now torn at first bite, passion longing for
another, and then another, until consumed
in faint exhaustion, sated, drunk, and only 
then noticing the pink tinged florets
modestly calling my eyes to something 
deeper than a possession of fruit, and so 
in the latter of the season I gazed into 
your abundant, fruitful self, waiting  to 
be gathered together in a devotion fit
for a tender deity.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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47 responses to “The Blueberries – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon”

  2. Thattamma C.G Menon
    September 22, 2021 at 2:12 pm

    So beautiful poem 🌷👌🙏🌷

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  3. newepicauthor
    September 22, 2021 at 2:15 pm

    Fruit can be a lot like sex.

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  5. Liz Gauffreau
    September 22, 2021 at 2:52 pm

    I’ve always taken the delayed gratification approach to have enough for pie.

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  7. datta
    September 22, 2021 at 3:45 pm

    Importance, Greatness and Value!

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  8. Mish
    September 22, 2021 at 5:48 pm

    Passionate and wise.Love where the blueberries took you.

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  9. Beverly Crawford
    September 22, 2021 at 6:43 pm

    A delightful ode to blueberries!

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  10. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    September 22, 2021 at 7:35 pm

    I think this is so much more than just eating blueberries…

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  11. M.B. Henry
    September 22, 2021 at 9:04 pm

    Amazing 🙂 One of my favorite fruits!

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  12. Vandana Sharma
    September 23, 2021 at 2:06 am

    The closing lines are the ultimate icing!

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  13. rothpoetry
    September 23, 2021 at 2:17 am

    Those blueberries do look luscious! You enticed us very well with your poem.

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  14. SelmaMartin
    September 23, 2021 at 3:32 am

    There’s reverence in this. I love it. Thanks for sharing. Delicious 😋 👏

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  15. ben Alexander
    September 23, 2021 at 9:54 am

    Wow. Paul, this is practically a prayer!

    💘
    David

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  16. Ken / rivrvlogr
    September 23, 2021 at 5:54 pm

    Your words are a feast for the eyes.

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  18. Carol anne
    September 23, 2021 at 10:23 pm

    nicely done paul! Really great poem! ❤

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  19. sanaarizvi
    September 24, 2021 at 5:40 pm

    Wowww!! 💝💝 This is unbelievably beautiful, Paul! I love; “the pink tinged florets modestly calling my eyes to something deeper than a possession of fruit.”

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  20. ShreyaDhapekar
    September 26, 2021 at 9:45 am

    Amazing poem, those blueberries are too delicious 😊
    Do check out my blogs too 🤗

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  21. Charis Counselling
    January 1, 2022 at 6:20 am

    A beautiful poem full of sensations evoked by your words

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