The Orange Zest

January 9, 2009
By Anonymous

My fingernails pierce
the thick impermeable zest of an orange
as my love could not tear down the thick walls
of your imprisoned heart
The orange’s dying cry
the zest spits hotly
its tears
smelling of the sweet sunshine it once knew
before it was torn away to this
this cold barren wasteland
the orange and I
are loveless and alone
Ripened and perfect—
someone found beauty in insignificance
Plucked down and tossed aside.
What worth is its life now?
Empty and unloved,
the deteriorating rind
is an ugly living corpse
Languishing like the ravished shepherdess
of tragedy we mourn together,
we wait together,
the orange and I.
Farewell, my poet knight.

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SilentQ said...
on Jul. 7 2009 at 3:36 pm
SilentQ, Glendale, Missouri
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Maybe use 'the think impermeable zest of THE orange' and what does 'Farewell, my poet knight' mean? Good use of metaphors though.

on Jul. 6 2009 at 11:08 pm
omg this poem saved my life

Zestless219 said...
on Jul. 6 2009 at 9:40 pm
Oh my god. This poem speaks to my soul. I relate to your every word... I too feel like a rind, cast off and deteriorating. Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece with the world. God bless.

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