Bananas and Oranges

Bananas and Oranges

A Poem by Y.F.
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No sex pond intended

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There's a tropical island

at the edge of the ocean

where orange trees sway

with the wind in one motion

 

A blue sky above

and a blue sea below

blue orange and green

are all the oranges know

 

As the tide brings ashore

a yellow banana

the oranges see it as

Fata Morgana

 

They laughed and they pointed

but within they have feared

this long yellow creature

who seemed all so weird

 

The banana knew not

what wrong she has done

she knew not the oranges

and why her they have shun

 

So she hid her true color

and curled as a ball

rolled down to a tree

and pretended to fall

 

But deep in her heart

she kept praying for

another banana

to be washed on to shore

© 2008 Y.F.


Author's Note

Y.F.
If you didn't get it yourselves, the colors are meant to paint the orange trees described in the poem.
The words in green/orange mean nothing, so sorry if you've been looking for a hidden meaning.. :)
This poem is about acceptance - by society and by our own selves.

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It's not that I disagree with the other writers here, I do find you have produced a delightful piece that sneaks in a powerful message. I, however, tend to think of this as more of a place to critique than to practice encomium. So...

I noticed you changed from present tense to past tense. The poem is able to be finished using present tense. You might give it a try. By the way, I got the orange tree right off the bat. First time ever I've liked colored type.

There were a couple spelling/attention errors. I'll point those out in the notes. I really liked this one.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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It's not that I disagree with the other writers here, I do find you have produced a delightful piece that sneaks in a powerful message. I, however, tend to think of this as more of a place to critique than to practice encomium. So...

I noticed you changed from present tense to past tense. The poem is able to be finished using present tense. You might give it a try. By the way, I got the orange tree right off the bat. First time ever I've liked colored type.

There were a couple spelling/attention errors. I'll point those out in the notes. I really liked this one.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marvelous write, my dear. A powerful splendid read on acceptance. Well expressed, and very colorful in your presentation of this piece. We all need to accept who we are, especially in a world who would rather be someone else.

~*AnnaRose*~

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting poem of acceptance. I had a feeling how this would be turning out...okay maybe not. But this was a good write, cute, depending on how you look at it.

Great Write.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

From your notes I can see that although this also has an element of humor to it for me - people in general are so unwilling to accept something beyond their own little holes they have dug - well expressed - the use of fruit for this piece adds a bit of humor to the real powerful and profound notions you set forth. Thank you - enjoyable.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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