#limes
The woman, a nest of grey,
Takes you down to Chelsea Bay.
She stories you, and every time,
Mentions her garden, offers a lime.
A pile of words, so interspersed,
Grows so large, she loses sight of the first.
You scale the sentences, smile in hand,
Laughter, reveals, accusals grand.
She tells you, think differently, make circles of these lines
Use all the pieces of this fruity life, don’t dare discard the rind.
If minds had hands, as pontificate in tandem,
you’d hold hers steady, sliding addendum to addendum.
Then, saying goodbye, she extends once more a lime.
Forgetting, all too quickly, you’d already declined.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
🍏 MEAN GREEN 🍏
like a
🍏 GRANNY SMITH APPLE 🍏
as GREEN as LIMES,
EMERALDS, and GRASS,
FROG'S 🐸, and GRASSHOPPERS 🦗,
need you even ask!!!
GREEN like MONEY 💰,
a lot to be seen,
GREEN GRAPES, GREEN SNAKES,
GREEN, GREEN, GREEN,
GREEN WITH ENVY,
Don't you agree???
GREEN LIKE A SHAMROCK,
🍀ST. PATRICK'S DAY 🍀,
🍀 CLOVERS 🍀 are GREEN,
NO PINCHING ME TODAY,
GREEN was created by:
YELLOW and BLUE,
GREEN is NATURE,
VIBRANT
and TRUE,
If the saying
is true and
it does apply,
THAT THE GRASS IS ALWAYS
GREENER ON
THE OTHER SIDE,
GREEN IS DELIGHTMENT,
GREEN IS EXCITEMENT,
🍏🐸🦗🍀THIS IS MEAN GREEN🍀🦗🐸🍏!!!!
B.R.
Date: 3/8/2025
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
~with thanks to T. Riddle for the inspiring photos~
there are color photos of budding nascent fruits,
an unexpected delivery to the eye’s inbox
exuding new youthfulness in
variegated shades of green
and
solitary ant traveler on a leafy space shuttle,
making its way, crossing galaxies
drinking from eye-drop seas
living off the land
and
life bursting out unreservedly asking for
no favors, nor recompense but to
breath, drink of soil nutrients,
to live to give back more
than it takes
and
to be chosen, plucked, torn from its environs,
to be the fruit of sustenance and a
delivery system to pass on its
**** tasty, enhanced flavors,
its seeded progeny the
chance to same
and
the ant travels on and about fearless,
its mini-size and sure footed body
leaping leaf to leaf to live and
to be fruitful and
multiply
and
multiple multipurposed prayers multiply,
of human origin, as humans blink at the
new-life miracles repetitious, wistfully
wishing every prayer, could be
answered thusly so lusciously
but
this it cannot be always, so we accept
as best we can, small proofs,
of regeneration, life eternal,
wetting browned, dark
soil with blotches of
salty damp-tears
encased within a
moment~eased
hopeful heart
Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 7:53 AM UTC
A warm summer morning
Bright light to cover a different mourning
The lost treasure of fresh air
Caring thoughts being placed elsewhere
A simple glance through a pane of glass
Revealing what she could not surpass
Children running amongst the street
Echoes of laughter becoming bittersweet
A turn of the head reveals a different picture
The remaining heir alone, seeking closure
Guilt replaces the overwhelming sorrow
Lost in the emptiness of tomorrow
Rising to her feet, she struggles
Body held down by a thousand anvils
She passes by the small child
Wishing she had smiled
Exiting the room, she enters another
Nothing but a mindless drifter
Despite her fear, she opens a door
But she doesn’t recognize it anymore
She wonders why the mirror is still here
Broken and insincere
The shatters stained with scarlet
The memory like a bullet
A sob escapes her lips
She leaves with even more hardships
Her last child sits at the table
Not fully understanding the fable
She wants to look away
Away from the child she’s led astray
But she’s done that long enough
She can no longer hold up the bluff
She spots a useful memory
Reaching for them anxiously
Two simple fruits
Two beautiful tributes
She shows her six-year-old son
A small smile, she’s won
They begin their work
Creating an edible artwork
It’s as if life has broken out into song
It had been far too long
Sweet laughter emanates through the air
Joy replacing the need for despair
Proving that all it takes for happiness to chime
Is something as simple as lemons and limes
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
I feel like lemons and limes
Sprinkled in sugar
The sour, covered
Soaking in the sweet salt
To become tangy
Maybe I’ll become a peach
Sugary to the pit
Dipped in honey
And brown sugar
Finally mature
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
I wrote you once
twice
thrice
But no more
for you
will I again
I loved you once
twice
and thrice
But not anymore
for you
this time
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
The was one little lime
It was a race against time
Who could first reach it
Before we did quit
If it is not mine it's slime
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
Underwater light faceted
in the enormous aquamarine
set in bronzed stones.
A pale green mist lifts from the pool
follows the lantern lit pathways
back to the dark and shady places
edging to the olive grove
and the blackness
of the wych elms
and the limes
enclosing the garden
like impenetrable walls.
Here, on a very warm night
with a honeysuckle, jasmine breeze
heady, rich and almost liquid
You can stand on the sun-filled stones
stretch and hold
the heart-breaking sweetness
of the night.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC