She hung fat on a citrus tree,
sprouting like a hip jut,
like the tall grass and itch weed.
The sweating sun drunk her up and splaid ‘er bare,
sliced her clean open before
the pecking birds could close in.
An orchard is a sea side,
so if the ships could, they would
swashbuckle the great ocean of trees
and lick the seafoam of blossoms that
sprayed upon their greedy lips.
Instead their rusted Volkswagens
watch at bay from the back roads.
The pickup trucks mouth the days
till the ripe time.
Young navel, that oil green coat
doesn’t fit like it used to, and summer’s the
kinda lover who licks at your skin.
So when the men come with the topaz winds,
with their sunken buckets and gall,
should it be you who dip into the wharf
of their palm? Should it be you who bows
down, who twirls for those brutes who
like them too soft, too soon?
An orchard is a seaside,
stretched thinner than the thick of here.
So when you begin to seep,
to wrinkle and prune.
When you, filled with your many months
fall at the Earth’s hip,
amongst the tall grass and itch weed.
Will they not see your beauty then,
Is the fruit not sweetest rotten?
Categories:
citrus tree, 12th grade, age, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
There was a time Pre Corona
And there is the present time of Corona
I wonder if there would ever be any time Post Corona
It seems like it's been ages we went out for fresh air
It's guarded by the Mask
That smell of wet earth, that rose, that lily
That citrus tree with smooth shiny coat
The mask has put a barrier on all
Lest we should fall in trap
That sea beach, that discotheque,
That never ending road
All are deserted and desolate
The night curfew and Lockdown have limited us
Lest we should fall in trap
That happiness we were used to
That 'carefree'ness which was real
Is now synonymous to being cautious
And celebrations which are virtual
All this has saved us
Lest we should fall in trap
Little do we realize
We have fallen into 'The Trap'.
Categories:
citrus tree, emotions, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
From a seed to tree
from the soil to me
green little leaves
saplings grow wild
the citrus smell
growing strong
roots deep into earth
breaking the surface
mother earths birth
be bare in winter
to fall in the fall
and green in the spring
bring summer shade
the fruits grow
tender shell
sweet smell
standing under my citrus tree. -TA
Categories:
citrus tree, analogy, creation, earth, faith,
Form: Free verse
bird poop
covering the orange tree –
giant swallowtail
We had these caterpillars on our little citrus tree until heavy rains washed them away. :( We were hoping for flying flowers!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYE15ktObVQ
Categories:
citrus tree, butterfly, fruit, insect,
Form: Haiku