Monday’s oranges were not so good Sunday there were lively lemons That danced with like beads of water On a hot pan Saturday the mangoes rocked Back and forth on on the roof of my mouth Playing a mélange melody
But Monday’s oranges were not so good.
Friday there were cherries so tight and black That I could clearly see myself. Thursday there were sepia pears That tickled the tongue, each bite A delicious question, each question A delicious bite.
But Monday’s oranges pallid and round, were not so good. Wednesday there was a yellow slick of A banana, a smooth mat to my waterslide hopes Careening into the marsh of Tuesday’s peach dreams
But Monday’s oranges were not so good.
The dingy blue calico of the creeping suspicion Smothered my breath Monday’s oranges were bruised and scarred And full of dents And holes where a worm or two had found a home Yes, these were bad oranges indeed.
Caught in the mire of Monday I forgot the tenderness of Tuesday, the wonder of Wednesday The Tenacity of Thursday, The Freedom of Friday, The Scent of Saturday and the Salvation of Sunday I only saw Monday.
Then suddenly I looked for my basket Filled with the fruit that I longed for And found that in my Momentary Search for Monday’s oranges I had forgotten The bounty Of the week
http://worthwatering.blogspot.com Can it be I stayed away too long?/ Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/ It's not my thing trying to get back/ But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five
Caught in the mire of Monday I forgot the tenderness of Tuesday, the wonder of Wednesday The Tenacity of Thursday, The Freedom of Friday, The Scent of Saturday and the Salvation of Sunday I only saw Monday.
Then suddenly I looked for my basket Filled with the fruit that I longed for And found that in my Momentary Search for Monday’s oranges I had forgotten The bounty Of the week
It has been an interesting period for me in terms of my writing, but I will be posting again.
http://worthwatering.blogspot.com Can it be I stayed away too long?/ Did I leave your mind when I was gone?/ It's not my thing trying to get back/ But this time let me tell you where I'm at-- Jackson Five
5. "i was feeling those lines very much as well...." In response to Reply # 1
nicely done...
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He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him Doesn't look like a killer Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream Full of passion ~
3. "Vitamin "C" Enriched --" In response to Reply # 0
*Tasty* --
I'm a fruit fanatic, so I loved the irony in this delicious poetic platter.
*Nice~Ness*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥