Orange Contemplation

by Narph   Dec 12, 2013


I am orange on the inside.

The orange of a sunrise.

The orange that isn't so sure what orange means,
or where orange is going.
The rolling orange waiting to be picked off the ground
amidst thriving grass.

Orange like a feeling, orange like the surprise.

The sour sweet start of citrus gum
and the dry roll of tongue against seeping orange spit.

Orange like wineglass residue and fingers stained with carrot juice.

I am orange, and orange and orange.
Orange, like the word that doesn't fit a rhyme scheme.

I am orange by the weather.
Sometimes,
the orange that blinds. Dusk through airplane windows.
Often, I am
plastic orange kitchen utensils, and the floating life preserver
of the dilapidated dinghy.

Orange by the text,

and I move as an orange.
Swaying in the branches of the ancient orange tree,
fruit of the one,
I can't help but wonder at being
green.

2011

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  • 10 years ago

    by Britt

    Judging comments:

    Full of vivid, gorgeous imagery and a beautiful play on words. This poem truly hits all your senses in a fun and unique way.

    -Short because I had to judge on my phone, bleh.

  • 10 years ago

    by Sincuna

    Masterful write. I find it hard to believe you're 22, and possibly have written this when you were 20. There's a mature feel to it, and the conscious ride reading this piece gives an attitude rare in this site. Good job!

  • 10 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Congratulations on the well deserved win!

    There's so much that can be understood from this poem. To make it short, I just love each of the examples you gave, i don't think you used them randomly rather i feel they were meant to be there.

    The ending was perfect.
    This poem can show that no one is happy the way they are. That everyone may feel left out, like they don't fit in, just like the rhyme, the rhyme for orange seems to not get along with other rhymes. The swaying from left to right out of the branch of the tree, not knowing where destiny will make it fall, in what grounds? Or if someone will catch it... And I think I am doing it again, it can't be help I am rambling, but I did enjoy this one. Sorry for my misplace punctuation.

  • 10 years ago

    by Saerelune

    Excellence write, truly loved this one, there's such melody to orange when you use it, glad you re-submitted. :)

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