...orange

Orange is the sweet icing of life

Where whey, sweat, blood and nerves

Explode into golden nova

Bronzed fired with pastel blues,  a rising child

From orbs and lobes above and below

spread winged and fly like kites fluffed in the sky

Reviews

[Fran Marie]

Orange is reminds me of a
campfire and its smoky scents
of autumn; all cozy with blue
tip flames dancing high into
the night air...

[albee]

sweet reflection...all cozy with blue fire and dancing high...yes...orange is the fire in the belly, balls, and bellowing for love and creation...Orange is Orgasm

[Fran Marie]

I love orange
after my fave
purple and the reds

[albee]

Reds are deep in our core.

[Poetic Beauty]

Orange is invigorating. It is a lively color. The description in this poem fits it well.

[albee]

🙏orange is sweet… a forbidden fruit in the scriptures. Not an apple. Thank you.

[Betty Hermelee]

I like your descriptions of “orange”….especially blood orange; this poem is just so full of colorful images, I feel like painting an abstract…with cool blues and bursting oranges …so full of gusto….and I love the rising child
Best, B.

[albee]

If my writing were to inspire a painting …my soul would sing the song of purpose.

[Betty Hermelee]

Your writing inspires paintings!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

an amazing sunrise here....I want to be a kite in that sky...
icing is my favorite part of the cake, as long as it is butter cream.
i want to be that rising child again...

i feel the dark shadows of age.

j.

[barleygirl]

Great imagination expressed in vivid imagery. Personally, I'm afraid "orange" has gotten a bad rap & will forever be associated with our worst prez in history. I love your idea of expressing feelings in terms of color (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[X]

Yellow chicken soup with matzah balls ae my favorite and I am makin' it to day for shabbos:)

[albee]

sweet savory matzo balls came to mind as that bilious line sputtered off my tongue..

[albee]

I apologize if my bilious allusion of a thought of a nurturing cuisine...offended...for my cynical crevice has been pithed...my angry slit from the split...is passing my tight lips...

[X]

I hear you my dear....gotta be careful with them sharp bones in da soup!

[albee]

my little grey cells are getting more light in their bucket from your twizzeling teasing twinkling star
I gaze and wonder...and love

[albee]

Yes, I must sip and chew to avoid that coughing spew.

[X]

yes...sippin' slowly and appreciatin' the meal is paramount to good manners...and thanking the cook in public goes without sayin'...