The dribbleberry was aptly named
its juces do not easily wash off
and stain your cheeks and chin for days
Long orange dribbles adorn the face of my toddler
as he skips around the settlement
in that warm misty sunshine that is too pink
Rainy days soothe my longing for home
for then I do not see our double suns
can try to forget a faraway Earth
Where I once picked blackberries
rasberries, apples and pears
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Writtten in response to the prompt over at Dverse:
The Cheesesellers Wife 
poem from a faraway place – a clever and intriguing write of nostalgia and fruit
“warm misty sunshine that is too pink” – I love that line!
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Thank you Laura. I’m glad you like it!
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It has a warm feeling of countryside and makes one want pick up all the fruits.
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:)
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I know this guy with a permanently-stained dribbleberry chin. Or so he says…
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;)
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Love this sci fi poem. How many light years away is this delectable dribbleberry?
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It’s a loong long way……….
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This reads as ‘otherworldly’ and I love it!!
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Glad you do!
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A fantastical write of an imaginary world with mysterious suns and fruits. Still there is a longing for home….
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🙂
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Ah, poor you in the land of dribbleberries! You sound so homesick for blackberries, raspberries, apples and pears. None grow there in dribbleberry land?
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I wondered first what kind of berry this was… until I came to the double sun and the memories of the berries from earth
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I hope you liked it!
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I did
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I liked this. It reminds me of something by Ray Bradbury. :)
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Yes, I think I was channeling him!
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Kim, toddlers and fruits are indeed a messy combination 🤭
-David
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Wonderfully so. I was always very thankful for my washer-dryer!
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Kim,
Whimsical and nostalgic all at once, but it touches something real and deep, at least for me, of the sense of passing through as voyagers. Adding the rain was utterly perfect, as memory pricks and tears flow. Can you tell I loved this yet? :>)
pax,
dora
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Well Dora, thank you for all that love! The place and times where we grew up can only ever be revisited in memory.
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You’re welcome!
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The longing is palpable here! I so love the sensitivity of this poem 💝💝
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Thank you!
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Love to see a kid with all the dribbling down the chin. It shows he is really enjoying it. Moms will feel so satisfied and wanting to give more. Wonderful write Kim!
Hank
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Yes, dribbly chins are a good thing!!
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