Wednesday, June 21, 2023

My Orange Tree

 

The image of my son, sunning, eyes closed,

stretched out on a lounge chair,

orange peel piled up on his chest,

 

mimosas in crystal, fresh-squeezed in a cup,

sweet slices with buttered bread for lunch,

 

with bright mini globes

smiling from the green dark

and white petal fragrance

bolder than whispering

 

the names of things we love.

 

 

© 2023 Jennifer Wagner

 

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10 comments:

  1. I love the gentle vibe in your poetry ... You brought it all to life, in living color.

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  2. Nice one Jennifer.
    Thanks for dropping by my blog.

    Much💚love

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  3. This is such a very sweet poem, Jennifer. So tender!

    Much love,
    David
    SkepticsKaddish.com

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  4. A gentle poem that hits the senses with all that orange taste, scent, feel.

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  5. The whole tempo of this poem is calming. Beautiful imagery!

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  6. Lovely, Jennifer! I love the subtle use of colour in your gentle verse.

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  7. I love oranges and this is such a beautiful tribute to your orange tree. 🧡

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