Experience seeds
As time germinates
Reality peels ripe orange slices,
From a rear-view juicer in the past,
Telescoping an event from a new blind spot;
Freshly squeezed experience retelling experiences.
Freshly Squeezed – A Poem
14 thoughts on “Freshly Squeezed – A Poem”
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Lovely piece….
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Thank you so very much for your lovely comment. Peace to you. 🙏
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Reblogged this on Love and Love Alone.
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Progression of the life of an orange, nicely done n juicy one might say. 😉🙂
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Thank you. Glad you like the pulp of it🍊
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You’re welcome. 😁
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😊
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Beautiful
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Thank you! Blessings ❤❤
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My pleasure ❤
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Nice symbolism and imagery in your poem, and a reminder that I need to juice our freshly picked oranges. 😄
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So glad you enjoyed the poem. What a blessings to have freshly picked oranges close by. Enjoy!🍊
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I enjoy your posts. 🙂
It is a blessing. One tree, but that is enough to keep me busy when it is time to pick them. Thank you.
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You are most welcome. Blessings to you.😊
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