Moments of Eternity/Poetry/Orange

A Few Suns Made its Way to My Terrace

Response to DEP Prompt 23/52

When life gives you lemons make orange juice and leave the world wondering how you did it — Anonymous

A few suns hanging low Made its way to my terrace And the bonsai pot This place orange bears Testimony to everything little Joy is made of

That place tangy, fresh, invites me The little white flowers sitting pretty Nature ambrosial I share them with the bees ’n birds Who leaves little dents on its warts The terrace celebrates

The spring fruits they bear I bring them inside — can you be ever alone with an Orange by your side — the Presence The tiny things we ignore

My kitchen aromatic Scrap the tender peel, the room is ‘fruitful’ Squeeze its head, fountains of juice fill your senses Fish sauce, desert potions Zest, the flavor of the season-ing Inside Earth fragrant, ebullient

If you see me at sundown These suns adorn my pockets My spiky head dipped into an orange Bower, bathing in luscious clementine splashes — The distant sky ends in acidic exuberance Leaving behind traces of halogen-bright rind

If you see me in the light of the rising morn’ Holding an orange in my palms My olfactory nerves inebriated with acerbic fuge, warm with hope You may think from a distance That my hands are making fire

I chose tangerines like I chose my feelings So I peel an orange, dipping my finger in the Orangy plush and share the carpels with each of you —

They are suns who hang low They are oranges from my terrace.

And you thought o-r-a-n-g-e-s are just Oranges.

My Corner: My orange bonsai, the first of many to get added to my green patch, flowers and fruits in Spring-Summer. This untimely (time for tropical orange is winter) occurrence lends a distinct character, fragrance and charm to an otherwise summer induced dull terrace. The fruits aren’t directly edible but I use it for seasoning and a differentiated taste which a fresh, organic variety can bring. Not to speak of the material it has lend to my poetry today. I also wanted to explore the psychology of the colour orange through this poem, which stands for optimism, warmth, positivity, confidence ,agreeableness and boldness — the traits we all want to incorporate in our lives. — medium.com/soul-bay

Thank you Dr. Gabriella Korosi Dr. Preeti Singh Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles Annelise Lords for helping this place for community building and camaraderie in Dancing Elephant Press.

Cooking, like writing, is a creative endeavor and you get out what you put into it, and rules be damned….agree with Christopher Grant when he writes Play-with-your-food

Out walking with my daughter. Shadow painting again. So much to say, but will say little… Hermione Wilds Writes in Shadow-painting-by-the-author-anything-goes-prompt

Be the OBSERVER! Be your own CREATOR!….read GnanVi_Speaks in Be-the-observer-to-inspire-and-get-inspired

Thanking everyone for stopping by. Much appreciated!

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