…
there’s a mellow
lemon melon yellow sun
rising in this stubborn sky,
………and i
have but a few hours to live
and breathe in indigo.
we’ll fortify our stands,
add more sugar; charge
a dollar for a cup of this
looking glass Lake, for
the sake of staying. or
we’ll sprinkle a little
into our own
smiles, brave the miles
and take our puckered
-promise lips home.
..
quickly prompted.
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Lemonade time – can’t get here soon enough!
Ah indigo… that mysterious rainbow color mined from rare mollusks.
That’s a fun tongue twister – that first line. Love your line break with live – I know a part of you does only live there! I love your last stanza – puckered-promise lips. Very good description.
Wow, what fine work.
I love your lemon/melon anagram play. 🙂 I especially like the first five lines.
Without knowing the context (your vacation), I would say this is a beautiful poem about being sick and feeling sad about that, but knowing exactly where you’re going when you die. I think she is ready, even though she’s not. You know what I mean? There’s a peace about it. She’s keeping her spirits up and enjoying the time she last left, making lemonade out of the lemons she’s been giving (cancer, perhaps). She’s trusting the Lord and leaning on Him for comfort.
I love that she’s going to enjoy the time she has left by adding more sugar. 🙂 She’s probably tried to limit herself all her life, but now she’s going to just go wild with her indulgences.
I miss your poetry!