curled orange peels singed by blue flames
lift their fragrant identity
up throughout long-shuttered rooms
chasing musty ghosts eager to leave
through the new-opened windows
that once muffled sounds of their sins
burning fruit on the altar of past
indiscretion helps usher
a ritual cleansing
a freshening drawn through the rafters
and beams that allows this old structure
its welcome collapse into purity
transplantation of timbers now
animates lives gentle carpenters
work to refurbish
old millwork frames fresh scented character
carried with dignity knowing
that damnable site now breathes free
I am intoxicated by this. The mastery of the imagery coupled with the way it seems to ‘call’ to a part of me that feels familiar with your message–made my head spin deliciously. Thanks for a funky ride.
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your comment thrills me – thank you dearly, iris
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Orange induced daydreaming moments…
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there’s just no telling where a nice piece of fruit may send me
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Thank you for liking my poem! I love the playfulness of language in this piece and how the pleasure is palpable as you reach resolution
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much appreciated, violet
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I’m intrigued – what damnable site?
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I’m always reluctant to explain my poems – they sometimes have no explanation – but think of this as a libertarian daydream
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like Mikels, now I want to know…
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as I said to Mikels, I’m always reluctant to explain my poems – they sometimes have no explanation – but think of this as a libertarian daydream
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Powerful–it called to me deeply as well. Great work.
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thanks dearly, bennetta
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intoxicating smells tickle my senses 🙂
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that makes me happy
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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A libertarian daydream! Whilst I capture the mood of the piece I could not express that mood better than the author! Great poem.
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thank you, sir
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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you know a poem rocks when you don’t even finish reading it and you’re smiling 😀
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thank you most kindly
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I’m Hushed.
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it came from childhood memories of my mother burning orange peels in the stove flames – before air fresheners came in cans
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Wow, I had no idea–much better than aerosol.
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