I'm dreaming of strawberry shortcake -
delectable, decadent strawberry shortcake,
heaping with honey-sweet, ripe, crimson,
spring berries, spooned over homemade
moist vanilla cake, perfect with lemon zest,
covered with a cloud of real whipped cream.
Usually, this time of year, I dream of tulips,
like first notes of a song, brushes of paint
on a vacant canvas soon to be a colorful burst,
the demise of soundless, snowy white.
Now I am dieting and dreaming instead,
dreaming of strawberry shortcake.
Strawberry shortcake. Oh!
I'm dreaming asleep and awake of,
not just a plate, but a garden,
a town, no a world of
strawberry shortcake! -
Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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