O is for Orange
Last school year (we home-school), Sunday evenings were reserved for family poetry night. Some were in Couplets, some Sensory, some Haiku. Others were Inner-Self and some were Color.
For this post, I've decided that it is Sunday night and the boys have assigned a Color Poem to me.
a pile of colored blooms
the mandarin eyes peel
a blood-orange moon
pouring out of meal
salmon squirm
their bittersweet term
leaves burning fall
hungry night's sky
rotting pumpkin face
soup and stew and die
Orange
a pile of colored blooms
the mandarin eyes peel
a blood-orange moon
pouring out of meal
salmon squirm
their bittersweet term
leaves burning fall
hungry night's sky
rotting pumpkin face
soup and stew and die
"Poetry teaches the enormous force of a few words, and, in proportion to the inspiration, checks loquacity."
-Emerson
what a beautiful poem! you're rad.
ReplyDeleteThe flowers blooming, fruit ripening, the salmon spawning and the leaves falling each reminding us of our fecundity and forecasting our own demise. We have so little time and so much to do. Let us do it well and with love. May your life always be colorful.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem. What a great thing to do with your kids. That is wonderful.
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