Orange

"the memory of the orange tree,holds space in my essence's creed."

The emancipated leaves soon enter through,

 the tunnels of my mind,

I become part of the cycle of something more-- 

a nature of some kind.

I witness the orange loneliness burst- and 

explode with life.

An sunset leaf dancing with the wind;

Cutting through space like a knife.

I soon entangle myself into the arbour--

the vines of my source.

A honey dipped dark bubble.

The sky is my course

Life is long and fruitful indeed,

But the memory of the orange tree,

holds space in my anima's creed.

Reviews

[Craba]

one amazing read here, quite enjoyed, so poetic as well

[Suavis_Umbra]

thanks a lot , XD

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Gave life to the orange tree. I like the way you described cycle of life and the birth of life. I like the ending a lot. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Suavis_Umbra]

thanks XD , im glad you like it XD XD XD XD

[taboo.poet]

This was a really great poem. I love the rhyme scheme and the word play. To be totally honest, I'm not the big word person, so I have no idea what "anima" means, but I'm sure it ties in and makes since... (i just don't feel like searching on google) XD keep it up :)

[Suavis_Umbra]

Thanks a lot XD XD XD , anima is the part of your psyche which is directed inward and is connected to your subconscious. It's how you remember things that you don't remember seeing but have seen. I ran into this defintion on the internet and it just clicked in my mind to write about it. Thank you again XD

[Tevin Smith]

yo this is i'll i'd like to see that orange sometime lol