Sometimes sour lemon
squeezes my veins and tight
circus ropes cramp my smile—
but only for a while.
.
Some days orange moments
come, a safer zest—then
I wear an orange vest
and blow a saxophone.
.
Some nights sweet mango juice
runs moist rivulets to
strawberry fields where red
electric dance pulses.
.
Some mornings a grape-red
kaleidoscope of blue—
dark-eyed pips pop from flesh
pushing my pen to write.
©2017 Ontheland
Ontheland 
This is so full of life! Brilliant! Blowing raspberries would work too.
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Ha 🙂 a fruity expression…I actually had to google it as it isn’t one I was familiar with….but now I know…😄
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Ha! I assumed it was universal (in english)
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Maybe it is commonly known …I may just have missed it ….🍓🍇🍎🍒😊
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oooh I like your fruit assortment there. I can’t match you as I am not on my phone 🙂
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:))
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Such a juicy tangy Poem 🙂 loved it !
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Thank you :))
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A fruity poem Janice and you almost have all the Chakra colours too.
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An interesting observation about chakra colours…green would be one not present in the poem… I have a great affinity to green as a colour (as well as concept)….I guess no strong feeling or memory place popped out in green while contemplating fruit (it’s intriguing to consider the variety of associations with fruits and colours that different people have)
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Oh, what a Scrumptious Delight. 😇
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Thank you Dorna 🙂
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