aha,so i'm not the only one who thinks oranges quench the thirst better than anything,the morning after! Love the poem and format,Gene! Never knew you'd been in a wheel chair, so glad you can walk again! I'm hoping I will too. Thanks for sharing,and voicing your concern!
Gene, a picture perfect ode to an orange my dear friend. They contain an array of unique qualities. Much as your poem does. Not the least of which is the ability to make everything seem new and fresh with their aromatics. Nothing smells as wonderful as a fresh orange. My now deceased father-in-law retired to Florida. In his yard were an orange tree and a pink grapefruit tree. After breakfast he would sit on his patio, gaze at all the botanical wonders he had planted in his garden and sip a very tall glass of either orange or pink grapefruit juice laced with a little gin. About two shots! He said it took the edge off and permitted him to relax and appreciate the day. He said the two juices kept him healthy. Your morning communion with the orange to freshen the night's breath reminded me of my father-in-law. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Gene,
I can taste it all the way over here this dull rainy morning in Singapore. Now where is that dog?
As Kate says, elegant framing, sharp miniature treasure.
another classic gene. i tend to use ginger ale myself, just kills away the gremlins sleeping on the tongue at 6AM. orange juice too or a my absolute favorite, grapefruit juice. this poem has it all, imagery, taste, salvation?? good one!!!
.. if you can find it, that is... oh, looks like you just did! :)) So what wakes up the rest of you?! It's so worth having the night before if your powers of observation and penning produce this good hair of the dog... Don't tell me... he's UNDER the table! This is one still life that's definitely fizzing - without the AlkaSeltzer! Poised and elegantly framed. xx
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
After a long awaited weekend visitation caused by false allegations of sexual abuse, Glen got to see his children for the first time in over two months. He promised them that they would never be apart again and then they disappeared.
Simple truth. Makes my mouth water!!!
Mary
Anna
Love and Blessings,
Christine
Love,
Eileen
Carole~
can I peel this for you Gene?
and may I then squeeze
some juice
into your morning cup
Awaiting With Fresh Muffins
Vickie
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis
I can taste it all the way over here this dull rainy morning in Singapore. Now where is that dog?
As Kate says, elegant framing, sharp miniature treasure.
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
George