on 21-08-2015 07:36 PM
I just unpacked a 3kg net of navel oranges. They were so fragrant of sweetness and sunshine, I had to pay homage to them:
Oh Orange I love you
You are a small globe of Sunshine
Your juice is like nectar
Your flesh is the goodness of life
Your fragrance breathes warmth into the darkness of winter.
You are beautiful.
21-08-2015 07:55 PM - edited 21-08-2015 07:56 PM
Ode to Icy
Hey you know
When you went away
No body really had
Very much to say
Well not of interest anyway
No new topics of the day
You add with vigor
In your particular way
Well done Icy
Queen of this play
Lol
on 21-08-2015 08:02 PM
21-08-2015 08:04 PM - edited 21-08-2015 08:06 PM
Nuthin' suss here -
edited that 4 times now - won't go smaller - sorry
on 21-08-2015 08:06 PM
I love a little orange,
It tastes so pure and sweet,
But when I bite down hard on it,
I get juice on my feet!
on 21-08-2015 08:06 PM
on 21-08-2015 08:19 PM
Said the Apple
To the orange
All I wanted was to come
Close to you
And kiss you
To the core
That I might love you
Like no other Apple
Has ever done
Before
This was a tiny song on an
Album of my older brothers
It was a double album with various
Artists
Can't think of anything else on it
Just thought this cute and remembered
It forever
No idea what it means
on 21-08-2015 08:23 PM
on 21-08-2015 10:06 PM
THE ORANGE TREE by John Shaw Neilson
The young girl stood beside me. I Saw not what her young eyes could see: - A light, she said, not of the sky Lives somewhere in the Orange Tree. - Is it, I said, of east or west? The heartbeat of a luminous boy Who with his faltering flute confessed Only the edges of his joy? Was he, I said, borne to the blue In a mad escapade of Spring Ere he could make a fond adieu To his love in the blossoming? - Listen! the young girl said. There calls No voice, no music beats on me; But it is almost sound: it falls This evening on the Orange Tree. - Does he, I said, so fear the Spring Ere the white sap too far can climb? See in the full gold evening All happenings of the olden time? Is he so goaded by the green? Does the compulsion of the dew Make him unknowable but keen Asking with beauty of the blue? - Listen! the young girl said. For all Your hapless talk you fail to see There is a light, a step, a call This evening on the Orange Tree. - Is it, I said, a waste of love Imperishably old in pain, Moving as an affrighted dove Under the sunlight or the rain? Is it a fluttering heart that gave Too willingly and was reviled? Is it the stammering at a grave, The last word of a little child? - Silence! the young girl said. Oh, why, Why will you talk to weary me? Plague me no longer now, for I Am listening like the Orange Tree.
on 21-08-2015 10:11 PM
@the_great_she_elephant wrote:THE ORANGE TREE by John Shaw Neilson
The young girl stood beside me. I Saw not what her young eyes could see: - A light, she said, not of the sky Lives somewhere in the Orange Tree. - Is it, I said, of east or west? The heartbeat of a luminous boy Who with his faltering flute confessed Only the edges of his joy? Was he, I said, borne to the blue In a mad escapade of Spring Ere he could make a fond adieu To his love in the blossoming? - Listen! the young girl said. There calls No voice, no music beats on me; But it is almost sound: it falls This evening on the Orange Tree. - Does he, I said, so fear the Spring Ere the white sap too far can climb? See in the full gold evening All happenings of the olden time? Is he so goaded by the green? Does the compulsion of the dew Make him unknowable but keen Asking with beauty of the blue? - Listen! the young girl said. For all Your hapless talk you fail to see There is a light, a step, a call This evening on the Orange Tree. - Is it, I said, a waste of love Imperishably old in pain, Moving as an affrighted dove Under the sunlight or the rain? Is it a fluttering heart that gave Too willingly and was reviled? Is it the stammering at a grave, The last word of a little child? - Silence! the young girl said. Oh, why, Why will you talk to weary me? Plague me no longer now, for I Am listening like the Orange Tree.
I like that!