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Drinking Blood Orange Juice On a Bench

Pine needles and leaves swirl in the wind making perfect circles on the ground as I drink fizzy blood orange juice I wait to see it again but this time they rain down from the nearby tree and one pine needle falls perfectly into my can I know it's there but I continue to drink from it then present my daughter with the evidence when I get to that sip and she says I'm gross I'd label it more 'at one with nature' as I was quite pleased that I detected it with grace - felt it on my tongue, bit it slightly between my teeth then placed it back in nature to dance with its friends with a story to tell I wished the swirling pattern on the ground had lasted more than seconds as the beauty pulled me in, immersive with the matching noise and the same breeze whooshing past me but I remained still

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Corey Bryan

Date: 7/4/2023 7:17:00 AM

Incredible title, immediately drew me in. And the poem did not disappoint! Very beautiful observation, you've got an eye (and pen!) for these things

Di11y Da11y
Date: 7/4/2023 7:38:00 AM

Aww thanks Corey, I'd never have written things like this if I hadn't seen you do it first. I do love it when they pop into my head though :)

I Am Anaya

Date: 7/3/2023 9:29:00 AM

Showing off was natures whimsical displays just for you, and you chose to embrace it in the moment. in your "The Period of Anxiety" poems by the author Di11y Da11y. Natural, smooth, enjoyed! Curious of the 11's :)

Di11y Da11y
Date: 7/3/2023 9:42:00 AM

There is no before and no after - so not quite a period of anxiety, just a state of being (shared within poetry whilst I confidently get on with the day job). Nothing behind the 11s other than being less searchable over time. Thanks for your comment x

Lin Lane

Date: 7/3/2023 3:10:00 AM

Dilly, you have a gift of taking some mundane event and turning it into something wonderfully entertaining with details that you provide your readers. You appreciate and revere small things in life... moments that a poet must write.

Lin Lane
Date: 7/3/2023 5:29:00 AM

That is the beauty of poetry, Dilly. I hear a bird singing before sunrise or watch a petal fall from a flower, and I want to write about it and capture the moment of it's sad demise as much as I do about the opening of a magnolia bloom. It's the detail we offer readers that makes it come to life for them, and when they let us know... it's our reward.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 7/3/2023 5:24:00 AM

Thank you Lin, I was captivated by the beauty happening at everyone's feet but no one seeing it. Thank you for your kind words, it's nice having the freedom to write on here without the requirement to have written an academic masterpiece. I find often the most beautiful thing in poetry is stepping into a moment easily and resting there a minute in company x

Yann Rolland

Date: 7/2/2023 10:52:00 PM

fixing the moment, a really beautiful moment of poetry, in a vivid style, enjoyed

Di11y Da11y
Date: 7/2/2023 11:38:00 PM

Thank you Yann, I appreciate your kind words :)