In Broken Hearts of Tangerine

In Broken Hearts of Tangerine

A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
"

In our youth we live in reckless abandoned for love. In our twilight we yearn to leave behind something of value that reflects our love. So we are not forgotten...

"
In Broken Hearts of Tangerine 

By

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

(In the Garden of Eden)


I wrote a song and buried it

Beneath a field of tangerine 


In hopes the words; fortuitous 

Would feed them like a stream 


Nourished by the love I wrote

And sweet in symphony 


The gift I give is bittersweet 

In the memories of me...



 



© 2023 Carlos Lorenzo Estrada


Author's Note

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
From metaphor, to story, to biography. Who hasn't in there youth buried in a backyard or beautiful field mementos of their youth. I know I did. I just can't remember where. But it is my hope that whoever finds those small trinkets find some use or pleasure from them. For they were left behind by my youth, as I too have left it behind.

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very beautiful and yes, I too have buried mementos under trees or bushes from houses I grew up in. I remember where they are but don't remember what I put into them, something silly surely. Lovely write!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

11 Months Ago

Than you Patricia for your kind words on this poem. Some where in the backyard of my old family hom.. read more
Lovely gift indeed.
Brilliantly cultivated.
Tender natural flow.
Enjoyed reading more then
three times.
Thanx,
R.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much R. For your kind words and especially taking the time to stop by and share them. I.. read more
A beautiful message and thought. Yes we all leave things behind, some burried to be found later. Bitter sweet indeed.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

Thank you Soren for your kind words. Been listening to some classic 70s love songs which may have in.. read more
Carlos,

Powerfully and beautifully written piece of fine Poetry here ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Posted 1 Year Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

Thank you Marvin for the kind words my friend. They are deeply appreciated. I don't know why but .. read more
Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

1 Year Ago

Carlos, I do understand, as there are particular songs that get stuck in my head also, from time to .. read more
Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

It is strange, or perhaps not, that we have so much in common with those we perceive to be our enemy.. read more
But at least you wrote the symphony CLE. That is the true beauty of this little vignette

Posted 1 Year Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

Thank you kindly Ken. I recently reread this poem and was confounded by its theme. Why do we yearn t.. read more
Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

fear of the unknown i would say. existentialist view, perhaps. but question of "if not remembered by.. read more
Title and poem are gorgeous. I felt the loss of youth, the anticipation of the future, the trials and tribulations of this wonderful poet. Love is a his heart, preservation is attached to his cart.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your kind words my friend. I have to admit after reading this piece again I am confou.. read more
Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

Wow! Do true and well articulated. Let us indeed. You are welcome my friend.
young love and broken love are all experiences of youth.... we do silly things; we have many notions of what we seek; and we want to savor some of our trysts... memories so to speak because we want the world to know us as kids and what we did in our world... a legacy of sorts... for someone to find or for us to find....eventually
Lovely piece Carlos
Best, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

Thank you B for this insightful commentary on this piece of poetry. It confounded me to no end writ.. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

A beautiful response to my review….thank you so much….
Best, B.
I like the idea the actions we take cause us to live on; by its effects

Posted 1 Year Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me. The metaphor of this poem I feel has confounde.. read more
The fruits of your labor are in the emotional treasure we discover after peeling your poems. This made me think of all kinds of stuff. Poetry buried in time never recited or shared. Songs sung long before we could record them. Geo-cache where people hide trinkets in boxes around the city for others to find, and leave a word or trinket of their own. I look forward to your notes as much as your poetry. I'll always remember you ... bitter, or sweet!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

Thank you William for your comment on this poem. I so appreciate it. I have to be honest. This po.. read more
So very nicely captured Carlos. Rom hopeful youth of finding buried treasure, to what we all do with our fixation on words and feelings, we pen our essence in the hopes that someone else stumbles on them when we are gone and briefly remember us through our feelings to theirs.
It is also a good idea to label the contents of buried items, just in case they think your song or poem is called here lies fluffy, etc. 😊
Hope you are well my friend.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Year Ago

Lol actually I like the idea of a poem called here lies fluffy. I have to admit sometimes I have a .. read more
Lorry

1 Year Ago

Send me a read request if you do 😊

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Added on April 23, 2023
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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

salinas , CA



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If I can say something worth saying that makes just one person think about others...I'll try. The greatest storyteller was my grandmother. I miss her stories. Also, I would like to add to please pay.. more..

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