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SEVEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT AN ORANGE

by Rich Accetta-Evans

1
“One orange Section
Standing for the whole.

2
Two of them
their thin wet skins
adhering gently.

3
A long white string of pulp
pulled
from the mouth
of the naked orange.

4
The translucent orange body
holds
opaque and pointed seeds.

5
The setting sun
is hotter
And drier than an orange.

6
The orange peel is gone,
a soft white coat remains.

7
Orange peel and eggshell
Among the coffe grounds.”

September 14, 1994

I really do like this poem, although I don’t like poetry. The poem shows different ways to look at an orange, but it may make you have different ways to see the world.

Sorry

Sorry is so overdue,
Sorry is five letters strung together, begging for forgiveness,
Sorry means; let’s forget about what I said and move on, but what they are apologizing for will never be forgotten,
Sorry may not be fixed, sorry doesn’t exsist, sorry has faded into tears.

My Orange Tabby

He purrs louder than a siren,
His legs are longer than a giraffes,
My room is the place he stays,
My porch is where he waits for me,
He plays with a catnip sock,
His colors are orange and white,
His eyes are a solid pale green,
He is my fiancée who almost died,
He is my Harry

Poem Assignment

Beyond your imagination,
From a world made of blocks,
With creatures roaming the lands,
Within the Earth, mines appear,
Inside the houses people burn gold,
Below the trees, animals play,
Over the hills, people dig,
From all of these things, you have a world of Minecraft.

I Think I’m a Fish

My breath can be held for half a minute,
I feel sick when I’m not in the water,
I feel safer as I dive lower,

And I swim like a dolphin, only faster.

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My Voice

My voice is the one that is the one that is forgotten.

My voice is the sound fading out of your head.

It is the one people may know once, but never again.

The one you listen to only once.

My voice has been ……

Forgotten