jamie newcomb

Rookie (10-24-97 / Hattisburg MS)

Blueberries - Poem by jamie newcomb

I Love You On Monday, Darling,
And Picked Blueberries For You In My
Fathers Backyard

On Tuesday, I Paced The Burst Of Fruit
Inside A Wooden Box,
Wrapped It 'Round With A Purple Ribbon And
Wished Upon A Star

Wednesday, We Savored The Berries
Together On Your Shabby Back Porch,
Drank Ice Tea And Watched The Frogs
Hop-a-long Home

We Laughed All The Way To Thursday,
You Never Looked More Lovely Than You
Did That Afternoon

I Love You On Friday, But a Storm Had
Rolled In,
The Rain Came Down Hard; Your Heart
Turned Stormy Too

By Saturday, The Fruit Was Rotting In The
Sky Blue Juice Stains Had Washed From
Our Fingers

I Love You On Sunday, My Sweet,
But You Were Already Gone; Now I Pick
Blueberries Alone

And I Wonder If They Will Ever Taste The As Sweet

Comments about Blueberries by jamie newcomb

  • Gold Star - 5,211 Points Walterrean Salley (9/19/2014 3:07:00 PM)

    I love blueberries, Monday-Sunday. And I love your sweet little poem; it makes me thin of that delightful fruit. Can't tell if your loved one passed away or what. But if the former is true, then, my condolences are to you. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Julie Schleppegrell (1/21/2012 8:59:00 PM)

    Awesome poem, and catchy title :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 3, 2012

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