“Tangerine” by Christy Anna Jones

On By Christina's WordsIn Music, Poetry

Stop.
Dry your eyes
go sit on the porch
in your favorite rocking chair
the one that reminds you of
tangerines and peach ice cream
of Nina Simone and mandolins
of her.

Drink in your sorrow from a paper cup
and watch as the sinking sun
slips away into an infinite pool
of cloud and sky.
Streaks of orange and red as rich as the
over-ripe peaches you would pick
with her
for ice cream.

Look into your cup
see the deep orange swirl of the sorrow you drink.
Notice the taste on your tongue
sweet like a juicy tangerine.
Feel the evening breeze against the fine hair on
your bare arms and
on your sun-kissed shoulders.
Breathe in
and then let it go.

See the breeze blow specks of orange and gold
like tangerine dust
into the world around you.
Look into your cup of sorrow,
once full, now empty.
The air smells sweet
like Tupelo honey and sunshine
like mandolins and peach ice cream
like tangerines.

Does she still remember times like these?

 

* “Tangerine” by Christy Anna Jones via The Voices Project.

 

“Tangerine” by Led Zeppelin

9 thoughts on ““Tangerine” by Christy Anna Jones”

  1. mishedup

    the beauty of this day’s words is off the chart…
    christina’s words publishing christy anna jones’ poem…
    seriously.
    i have tears
    BBBBIIIGGGGGGGG Love!

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    1. It’s my grandmother’s birthday today.

      She loved home-made peach ice cream.

      Sometimes the Universe nudges you in undeniable fashion.

      Pretty cool, huh? 🙂

      Love you! xoxo

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    1. Mary! Hi! Thank you so much. I’m sure I’ll toss another one in here or there upon special occasion. Trying to fly under the radar, haha.

      Cows. 🙂 yes I sure do. Right now I’m down to seven, but could have nine any day now. xo

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  3. How cool is this?!
    Most poetry makes me feel something. Often times, I can see something.
    With this poem, all five senses are triggered
    A flash of orange before my eyes
    The feel of bare skin and the smooth curve of a paper cup
    The taste of tangerine
    A whiff of peaches
    And the sound…the sound “of Nina Simone and mandolins
    of her.”

    You’ve officially made the ‘big-time’ to be featured on Words. Your words nestled among the best. Seems quite fitting. xoxoxoxo

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    1. What a delicious comment! Thank you hunny!!

      And LOL I tried to be all sly and shyt…thought I’d gotten away with it until later in the afternoon. Your piece and your tangerine photo were a catalyst.
      Look up “Wild is the Wind” by Ms. Simone. Six minutes of zen right there.
      ❤️❤️

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  4. I’m so happy to read your poem on Words. Yayyy! Time to do a little dance( Sorry if that sounds kiddish!) How beautiful are the lines like this, “Notice the taste on your tongue
    sweet like a juicy tangerine.
    Feel the evening breeze against the fine hair on
    your bare arms and
    on your sun-kissed shoulders.
    Breathe in
    and then let it go.” or “See the breeze blow specks of orange and gold
    like tangerine dust
    into the world around you.
    Look into your cup of sorrow,
    once full, now empty.” !! Will you call be biased if I say this one is one of my most favorites on Words? Take care, Christy. 🙂

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