it felt like we could all drift away,
on meringue puffs, no substance.
With small bitter-sweet pieces of lemon,
the rind,
to remind us, all is not total sweetness.
There is the sly sour,
the rough skin, intruding on the
shape of the fruit's gifted sweetness.
The wonderful scent of the blossom,
belying the tart, sharp rein of the juice!
Checking unfettered tastebuds,
on a journey of wild possibilities.
The light, the lightness,
the perfume, the sweet memories,
Days gone by, Spring fruit,
falling.
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There were friends to share the day.
This girl is Lemony, & she cries if you tip her world upside down.
She is very sweet, sad, abandoned,... to another life.
Sweet Lemony, you can stay with me,
until you find another home,
someone who truly loves you.
Here is Good Golly Ms Molly.
With the sad 'Ball That Nobody Wants'.
shoved deep in the cupboard.
No one wants to see me sitting,
with idiot grin,
waiting to be loved.
Do they??
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Ah my Son, my beautiful son.
Your gifts & talents, ~treasure.
Proceeded with your life,
Thinking only of your pleasure.
Thinking only of your pleasure.
You threw them all away,
Riches without measure.
Riches without measure.
Face and physical form
Grown to perfection.
Grown to perfection.
Your mind was captured,
Stunted, stilted, on rejection.
Stunted, stilted, on rejection.
A mother mourns , the choices made,
The sad, misplaced, selection.
The sad, misplaced, selection.
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Los Indios Tabaharas, Amapola