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-





copyright Anthony French 2007.

Comments:
 
StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 7/23/2008 3:17:12 PM
Nice imagery. You took me to a place and had me there so much that I did not want to come back. Another good one from you!

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One of those that just seemed to come along
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