color-orange-poetry

Orange, the Unrhymable Word The color, the fruit …the color of the fruit The word, orange It used to be called yellowred One word not two Things change Her favorite color was orange Can you guess her favorite fruit? She mastered the fine art Of peeling the skin In one whole piece Slowly she would push Her slender fingers into The center and divide Sharing with me the slices We would watch the sun set Yellowred on the horizon She would peel off the Hard, uncompromising Cynical armor Of my outer self Leaving me raw but whole She carefully removes […]