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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*"

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 :)

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

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 <-@

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.