Basking Oranges
Poem
There once was a pen
That would light up a stem
It fell from a sky filled with oranges
It beat the damned
It shone like a diamond
It even had a friend
The hand that held it was never ending
Together they pulled fruit from the sky
And basked in juices
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This is an excerpt from one of my next poetry manuscripts. I have two on the go, each a full collection. I will post the publishing date but it might not be for a while. What would the industry be without an excerpt here and there. I hope you enjoy this one.
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Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author
Published Poet and Author. Making rainy days feel like Sundays with words.
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Comments (10)
Beautiful 😍
Impressive & inspiring!!!💕❤️❤️
Very interesting idea and a good poem to read
Beautiful 🥰I love oranges
Oh my, I just realised it's you! Is this a new account or did you just change your name? Loved your poem!
A very interesting take on writing.
Love the surreal images and words
A healthy approach to writing.
Thus is fascinating. Well done.
Interesting work here... Suddenly in the mood for Tropicana!