I began to imagine
that Orange was the mother of Genius
-Genius, the epitome of all that was good
and messy
about us each.
Orange, the nurturer,
the titan formed after traumas are over
and dealt with,
the us that spews forth
modern platitudes:
redundant, yet well-intentioned words of our age.
Orange, the sun of our prime,
the forgiving deity who sponsors life
for yet another twenty-four
despite yesterday’s terrestrial failings,
the giver, punisher and friend of existence.
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Yes, orange does evoke such powerful feelings. The color of the setting sun. It is a sight for sore eyes. 🙂
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Oh yes, it really is 🙂
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I’m so impressed. The blogging world has an abundance of awful poetry. Yours is excellent. Both sublime and probing.
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Thank you! I appreciate that sentiment.
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