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Flight of the Lemon

I awoke this morning,
All was Grand.
Till I met my neighbor....
A lemon in her hand.

“Hold still” she shouted
“A target I need”.
 So there I stood
 As in a freeze.

 She looked at me
 Both up and down
 She judged the wind
 Without a sound.

 She swung her arm
 With all her might.
 A yellow blur.....
 The lemon took flight.

 At me, At me
 The lemon did fly.
 Numb with fear
 I closed each eye.

 I felt a breeze 
 Pass by my face.
 She missed! She missed!
 By God’s good Grace....

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Skat A Date: 5/22/2016 4:48:00 PM JON FIENI, well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*" Login to Reply

Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 6/12/2015 6:02:00 AM - A great poem, Jon :) - Welcome to P-Soup! - I wish you a great weekend :) - // Anne-Lise :) Login to Reply Jon Fieni Date: 6/12/2015 4:17:00 PM Thank you for the compliment Anne-Lise . The poem is loosely based on a true story. My neighbor, Mildred, was 96 yrs. old and could get feisty. One day I came out of my apartment and she was above me on her balcony bouncing a huge lemon in her hand. I was meant for target practice and the poem. Hope your weekend is nice too... Jon

Skat A Date: 6/12/2015 12:51:00 AM Jon, this is a sweet Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT Login to Reply Jon Fieni Date: 6/12/2015 4:48:00 PM Thank you so much, Skat, for the warm welcome and offer of friendship. I'm 61 yrs. old, retired, living in, NJ,. When I was in High School the words would flow so easily. Now it's not like that. A few yrs. ago I penned this poem. I couldn't stop the words from flowing. Like the young days. Nothing since. Maybe I can open up. Best to you. Jon

Poet Destroyer A Date: 6/12/2015 12:22:00 AM Glad the lemon missed you, Jon, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@ Login to Reply Jon Fieni Date: 6/12/2015 4:34:00 PM Thanks again, Linda, for your kind message. Hope you have a nice weekend. Jon Jon Fieni Date: 6/12/2015 4:22:00 PM What a nice compliment, PDA, thank you.The poem is loosely based on a true story. My neighbor, Mildred, was 96 yrs. old and could get feisty. One day I came out of my apartment and she was above me on her balcony bouncing a huge lemon in her hand. I was meant for target practice and hence the poem.