A mist of zest from a lemon pressed
now squeezed all juice released
a peel that has lost its zeal
what's least now fleeced
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Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2024 02:52
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I must be briefer sometimes. Is it the soul of wit - brevity? From 'Hamlet'. Lots of Shakey's quotable quotes in that, but he also said some daft stuff, I think.
Thanks Orchi brevity is only good if it means something. lol Thanks for the review my friend. I think that Shakey's where the term shaker comes from isn't it. Can't make a good drink without one.
The first line is very captivating
Thank you for your read and your comment
Such a potent sensory feel to this poem. As I read I can smell the lemon, taste its tartness and visualize the empty shell. Good things come in small packages, and here something wonderful!
Thank you Bella your visit is most welcome and valued. I deeply appreciate your most kind comments. You are right about small packages and your infrequent poems become even more anticipated.
This reminds me of Limoncello a shot glass filled with southern lemons and it's just what the doctor ordered any time after dinner. 🤗
Thank you Teddy so glad you enjoy the drink. I love Margaritas and Caipirinhas (almost the same but with cachaça instead of tequila) there is also an underlying meaning in the sourness of life that is squeezed out of a person leaving only a shell where even the rind is scraped.
This one works many ways but your intention is so powerful, I've been squeezed like a lemon in my life so I really appreciate the meaning and beyond. 🌹
We may well be fleeced soren but all we have done is been moved to a better place in our lives.
Andy
Thanks Andy I agree, I wouldn't want to go back.
Witty. I like your kind of humour... O.
Thank you so much I appreciate your read and comment
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