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
10 comments:
I love the gentle vibe in your poetry ... You brought it all to life, in living color.
Nice one Jennifer.
Thanks for dropping by my blog.
Much💚love
A calming poem, thanks for sharing.
This is such a very sweet poem, Jennifer. So tender!
Much love,
David
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A gentle poem that hits the senses with all that orange taste, scent, feel.
The whole tempo of this poem is calming. Beautiful imagery!
Lovely, Jennifer! I love the subtle use of colour in your gentle verse.
I love oranges and this is such a beautiful tribute to your orange tree. 🧡
Beautiful.
Lovely, and soothing.
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