Blackberries

A poem on blackberries, written in -Pi-

My mama picked
blackberries
with me in tow,
chuckling
at deft and quick brambles
biting into our hands with a touch of fire
to protect
dark purple-pearl clumps of luscious fruit,
hidden from view under leaves
in maternal care.
Today, the memory cleaves to
those old bushes standing in solace without theatrics,
and it finds a perch where misfortune can't kill,
while healing arms, luminous in dark, pick
a pail of blackberries for a jar of jam
for everlasting sweetness.


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Written in PI :

line 1: 3 words
line 2: 1 word
line 3: 4 words
line 4: 1 word
line 5: 5 words
line 6: 9 words
line 7: 2 words
line 8: 6 words
line 9: 5 words
line 10: 3 words
line 11: 5 words
line 12: 8 words
line 13: 9 words
line 14: 7 words
line 15: 9 words
line 16: 3 words.

The Pi is built up in words and follows the mathematical number that stands for Pi.
PI = 3.141592653589793