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
I love the gentle vibe in your poetry ... You brought it all to life, in living color.
ReplyDeleteNice one Jennifer.
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Much💚love
A calming poem, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a very sweet poem, Jennifer. So tender!
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David
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A gentle poem that hits the senses with all that orange taste, scent, feel.
ReplyDeleteThe whole tempo of this poem is calming. Beautiful imagery!
ReplyDeleteLovely, Jennifer! I love the subtle use of colour in your gentle verse.
ReplyDeleteI love oranges and this is such a beautiful tribute to your orange tree. 🧡
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely, and soothing.
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