Oranges are not the only fruit

Underneath limes hanging motionless
against leaves and sky,
my eyes play;
mind unable to recall a time
when it was so struck by a moment.

The patchwork above
that could have so easily been missed;
translucent blue spaces
outlined in dark green leaves
and ripe fruit.

Seemingly laden with zest
the warm air holds my imagination as my eyes flop closed.

I drift away.

Swinging now in breeze
between the leaves
my skin hardened by sun;
no eyes to see but looking down
up and around-
enjoying my simple existence.

While feeling my juices develop
feet land on me;
padding
looking for imperfections in my perfect form;
sniffing, examining-
I feel the beast studying me before it takes its leave.


Breeze moves around me more strongly
rocking in time with the gusts;

I drift away.

Water begins to cover me in splits and splats-
eyes reopening to leave everything moving against the gloom
and the patchwork gone.

Reviews

[J. Marc]

This has something dream-like in its depictions of nature combined with human emotions. It makes the reader wander along the elements asking what will happen next. And the drama is heightened at the end as one is left with yet, so many questions, so many images that keep on lingering even if the poem has ended. I drifted........

[darkgurl]

I liked this write it is very well written, could picture it as well, well written.