Blackberry Season

I reach for 

another blackberry,

thorn in my thumb.

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Grabbing despite thorns,

I eat a blackberry,

hot from the sun. 

Cold August morning...

Cold August morning--

overgrown, thorny bushes

promise blackberries.

Senryu or Haiku? And what's Tanka?

After you read the link, you'll understand why I often think I should have named this blog "Sorta Kinda Senryu." But, as is obvious from reading my earlier writing, I didn't really know what Haiku were, let alone Senryu. And I'd heard of Tanka before, but never tried to write one. I've only written a couple. Here's one I wrote this morning.

Blackberry flowers, 
white & delicate in the sun; 
milk thistle purple 
fringe on the green, thorny stalk; 
nothing ripe yet.

https://akitahaiku.com/what-are-haiku-senryu-and-tanka/

I love my neighbors' blackberry bushes.

Thorny green branches - - 
white flowers, but no berries. 
The blackbirds will wait.

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Thorny branches stray 
over the old gray fence - - 
no blackberries yet.