don’t look it in the eyes or
you’ll be stuck there forever.
but it’s a beautiful existence inside the mind of
one of the best monuments, a testament to the
determination and grit of humankind.
you’re welcome to pick a strawberry or two when the moment suits you,
just don’t let it consume you
4 thoughts on “Strawberry Fields”
I’m intrigued and I like it. (Also: this made me think of picking strawberries as a kid. TY for sharing it!)
Really interesting poem, well done!
With a name like Strawberry Fields I was expecting a much less dark sounding poem. I’m a little scared to pick strawberries now.
What a cool poem! I envision a Picasso painting depicting this poem! Love it!