wanting to speak clearly
I ask the blood orange
to translate
*
every inch of me
thirsting, still these lips
too shy to ask for rain
March 2, 2016 by Rosemerry
wanting to speak clearly
I ask the blood orange
to translate
*
every inch of me
thirsting, still these lips
too shy to ask for rain
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged hesitance, poem, poetry | 4 Comments
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Great Post
Thank you, oh ye of the enchanted forests 🙂
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer http://www.wordwoman.com tel. 970-728-0399
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Thank you
Isn’t it strange, at least for me, how the “blood” orange comes off as such a sinister fruit! I like that it both prompts the hesitance and thirsts for more.