Elena Plotkin


Orange


The winter has always been my biggest season,
But I can’t abide the cold for any reason.
That’s why I am out at the grove sunbathing,
And not up north freezing and belly-aching.
Besides, who needs all that snow and ice,
When you can get sunshine for the same price?
Snow and ice could never make me so plump and juicy,
Or make my skin glow and radiate with such beauty.
No sir, I’d rather hang from a tree all day long,
Than find myself up north where I don’t belong.
I'd rather have my insides squeezed out by some machine,
Than find myself at a party with J. Frost and the Snow Queen.

(C) 2013 Copyright Elena Plotkin

Submitted: Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

Topic of this poem: Fruit


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  • Rookie - 667 Points Stephen Katona (10/28/2014 12:46:00 PM)

    I loved the same lines that Bri enjoyed. This poem goes well with your banana poem. Perhaps you could write a full series of fruity poems. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,995 Points Bri Edwards (1/8/2014 5:48:00 PM)

    elena, i especially enjoyed the lines;

    I'd rather have my insides squeezed out by some machine,
    Than find myself at a party with J. Frost and the Snow Queen.

    as a child i used to live in a very (to me) large old former-farm house. j.frost sure painted some great pictures on the window panes at times; they looked like ferns or some other vegetation. and i liked building snow forts and making snowballs and snowmen (and, later in life, snow women) . but after almost 60 years of winters in new york state i now live in california where even the rain has been reluctant to fall this winter, not to mention snow (except on the distant hills now and then) .
    a nice orange-eye's-view of winter weather and its likes and dislikes. at first it almost sounded like you were writing about snowbirds (the post office's name for customers who move south for the winter and return in the spring) . but i couldn't picture my sister and her husband hanging from a tree all day long. well, i could picture it but why would i want to? ? ?
    thanks for sharing the cute? story and the rhymes. :) bri (Report) Reply

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