Aren’t you surprised to find me shivering in the backyard, when cherry blossoms adorn the season outside? My breath is icy when windows open to welcome fresh air, and kitchens smell of seasonal delicacies.
As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.
Acorn that I am, it takes decades for an oak tree to spring out of me. I’m a holder of value.
And now, I need to sue that investing app for stealing my name and egging on people to download it from the App Store.
I’m as temperamental as the blue jay that consumed, rejected and ejected me. I’ll meet her at the other end of seasons to let her know I lived up to my reputation.
Who can be a better advocate than her to fight my case?
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Reena, this is clever and introspective. I love the mix of nature and personal reflection.
Much love,
David
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Thank you so much, David!
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Great poem, Reena! I love the idea of the acorn being “a holder of value.”
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thank you, Yvette!
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“I’m as temperamental as the blue jay that consumed, rejected and ejected me,” … sigh .. this is so raw and poignant, Reena! ❤️
Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 🥰
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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Love this, a little acorn to an oak tree saved to be important.
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Thank you, Diana!
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🙂
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“I’m a holder of value.”
Nice one!!!
much♡love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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Very clever, Reena – bravo!
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Thanks so much, Elizabeth! The piece did not make much sense to me 😂, but I decided to publish it anyway.
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It feels like a dish best served cold.
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Thanks, Bjorn 😀😀
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