who do you love 11 Replies . . . you’re a sweet orange playing the blues with no rhyme sticky words speaking understanding of my wicked heart that will not listen to you when it hears the whisper of words that sing in golden hue . . .
Beth April 23, 2012 at 3:44 pm I like poems that don’t rhyme so much better—they’re like life to me: uneven and unexpected with surprisingly satisfying results. Reply ↓
nancy Post authorApril 23, 2012 at 10:34 am to release sweet notes that will fill the evening air Reply ↓
monicasharman April 23, 2012 at 8:29 am Love those first three lines. And the orange and blue. Reply ↓
nancy Post authorApril 22, 2012 at 5:55 pm the crowds ran for cover losing their lotion in all the commotion Reply ↓
Glynn April 22, 2012 at 2:07 pm Oranges make good juice and sweet ones are the best, if fickle. Reply ↓
nancy Post authorApril 22, 2012 at 3:14 pm find a jukebox and let ‘er spin it only cost a nickel Reply ↓
unpeeled…
and sunk into
with teeth and
tongue
I like poems that don’t rhyme so much better—they’re like life to me: uneven and unexpected with surprisingly satisfying results.
me too, i totally like no rhyming the best.
to release sweet notes
that will fill the evening air
just waiting to be
unpeeled
Love those first three lines. And the orange and blue.
thanks
when the sun landed on the beach
anticipating the ocean
the crowds ran for cover
losing their lotion
in all the commotion
Oranges make
good juice and
sweet ones are
the best,
if fickle.
find a jukebox
and let ‘er spin
it only cost a nickel