an orange lays on the table
juicy and fresh
the apple is feeling rotten
much less than blessed
a radio on the wall
forecasts a storm
the tv near the window
declares the day too warm
two ants near my feet
fight for a crumb
a chaffinch takes flight
escapes the mortal thumb
life all around me
is full of small wonders
evolution’s more than
stray, successive blunders
that gives rise to hope
no, i’m not a mistake
forged in the heart of stars
you plus me, we equal awake
even if sometimes
i feel like a rotten apple
i’m an orange soul
warm beneath the leafy dapple
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
Loved the imagery and the visceral feel of this poem! Also thanks for stopping by my blog and appreciating my poetry!
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Yer welcome, Satyen. Thanks for visitin’ with us! 😀
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The essence captured…Loved it….
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Thank you, Teira. 😀
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Quarantine is abundance.
According Spirit point of vue, doubtless
But what about my dress pants!
Future was back in the city with suspenders.
Abundance has not only a spiritual point of vue!
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Those dress pants always seem to go missing… 😛
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Beautiful picturisation
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Thank you, Haroon!
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You’re welcome
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Loved the oranges and apples poem. Such an original expression
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Thanks so much! 😊
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Nicely expressed!
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Thank you, Rae! 😀
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Thanks, Tony. Go with it when inspiration hits.
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Totes, Gary! 😀
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