Lemons I Grew Myself
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Sweet delicious and lemony
much larger than those at the store
straight from my living room tree
after waiting a year or more
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I mistakenly referred to these as limes in an earlier poem… turns out they are enormous lemons!
Psithurism
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They say this word is obsolete
But I don’t know how that can be
When it creates a thought complete
About the woods surrounding me
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(A Redondilla Poem)
(A Spanish Quatrain)
Daucus carota
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What is the spot in the middle
Of the delicate Queen Anne’s Lace?
Surrounded by snowy white blooms
It certainly seems out of place.
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They say Queen Anne was making lace
And tatting the designs by hand
When the needle caught her finger
A stain on the lace did expand
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Now the flowers cover the land
Thriving in forgotten places
Far from what people call nature
Despite the life in these spaces
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From afar all you see is white
Flowers waving across the field
It’s not until you get up close
That the colorful is revealed
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(A Redondilla Poem)
(A Serventesio Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 