When life gives you lemons

 

When Life gives you lemons

April 25^th 2008

Studying for exams this metaphor in my mind

Of the nights awkward passings

 

I have a lemon

And its beautiful,

Round and yellow like the sunshine

I squeeze it firm

And I imagine the long bright beams squirting out of its pores

To fill my dark room

 

I smell this lemon

The insides asking to be brought out

I breathe the lemon, and it is inside of me

Stinging my nostrils

Teasing my taste buds at cliff of my tongue

 

Ravenously,

I bite the lemon

And squeeze my facial muscles

Cortorting my once smooth expression

Like a grape drying out in the hot mid day sunshine

 

I spit out my bitten piece of lemon

Into the grass

I spit out the taste

It drools down my cheek

Droplets of sweet acid on my chin

 

I hold the lemon, squeezing it tight in my hand

Looking at it.

The juice runs down my fingers, and down my hands

Streams of sweet acid flowing down my arm and dropping

Into the grass

The pungent juice, stings the small cuts in my arm

cleansing them

 

I let go of the lemon, and it falls with a teeny thud to the floor

It wasn’t so sweet

I wipe my hands clean on my jeans

Soon there will be a sticky and uncomfortable residue

But I will rinse it soon

 

I look down at the lemon

Once so round and perfect

With so much potential

To quench my thirst

 

Maybe I didn’t want a lemon in the first place

Why not any other fruit hanging from a bountiful tree

It isn’t the lemons fault, for being sour...

That is just the way it is, and including an explanation as to its evolution and resolution

we understand

 

It was whole

And now it is severed

Sad lemon

To be recycled back into the earth

filling its purpose,

Maybe a tree will grow, and other lemons will spread their sweet and sour delight.

But I will be long gone

on another path.

 

Reviews

[Wildecat]

A extremely well crafted poem, really had a nice flow. Thanks for sharing.

[Lola Nation]

beware the apple.