The spray from the peels was acrid, and stung our eyes
But the juice of the orange turned to pulp and dried
The texture and coloring were quite firm and bright
Funny how we rely on, just feelings and sight
Β© 2012 Michael Yost 3/2
http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/
Poetry Picnic Week 26: Seven Deadly Sins
Nice, Michael! π
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Orange you glad I didn’t say purple? smile…
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Yup! π
Happy Saturday, Michael!
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You as well!
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Nicely written Michael. Found your site through Becca’s and thought I’d have a look around.
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Nice to meet you Renee.
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Thank you and glad to meet you.
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lol, that was descriptive and so cute. It made me smile π I should attempt this form someday!
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Glad it made you smile. Type 1 Quatrain. AABB Pretty easy form.
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Lovely, the description offered the temptation in the juices. Great write π
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I like them short and sweet… smiles…
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This was a great poem for me to read after a 12 day fast, I know I will appreciate the next orange I pick up. Good job of putting the senses int a poem.
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You have no idea how much I admire your sacrifice. Food is one of my problems in my life, but it’s been one all my life. Some of us are going to be pleasingly plump I guess. smiles…
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