
BLUE STRAWBERRIES
I dreamt last night
Of blue strawberries,
The field they grew in
So big and so blue
It tilted the sky,
Until the world turned upside down.
The sea,
Thundering and roaring,
Fell upon us
Catching us unaware.
Yet, as the waves
Swept us away
None of us were sorry.
Too busy looking forward
To a new beginning,
To a scrubbed clean version
Of an old tomorrow,
Full of blue strawberries.
For if they were there,
Who knows what else
Was waiting for us.
Hope, for certain.
©2021 Gwen Grant
Who knows what is waiting for us. A wonderful message.
Hey Gwen,
Hope you are doing well.
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Lovely imagery, Gwen. I hope the blue strawberries aren’t feeling as sad as many of us are after these season’s we’ve been having. Yet, I do love blue and the idea of fields blooming soon with blue delights. Much enjoyed.
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Glad you liked it, Kritika. I certainly liked your post, which I’ve just read. Such a powerful
message of hope and determination. And, yes, I’m fine. I hope you are, too.
Gwen.
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So glad you liked the poem. I once saw a field of blue plants and had to stop the car and
run across the road to just stare and stare at it! Thank you.
Gwen.
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