Picking Lemons

by on May 8, 2020 :: 1 comment

Her jaded beauty
Polished with dainty:
Cosmetics.

Resplendent glowing,
Linament spread.
Her fiddling and trivia:
Inviting attention,
In the street.

I see them,
Curious to look at.
A turn of affiliation:
As I interface.
A prick on my fingers
Awake.

And,
I find myself
Picking lemons,
On a tree.

editors note:

When life gives you lemons… – mh clay

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  1. mariechiggins@verizon.net'
    MarieHiggins12

    This is a poem I will be spending time with – it reads very soothingly and I am fascinated by word choice and placement. Most important to me, it draws me in, because it’s subject is mysterious.

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