Orma Sullivan Poet Free verse

A Ripe Peach

This morning's succulent pregnancy
holds infinite possibilities of a 5 am kind--
ones that tickle the fancy
before ten thousand thoughts rush in.

Be embraced by the unspeakable
that tells all, says all, and more.

Be held in a thimble, completely full,
yet, never runs dry;
heavy, yet light to bear;
gold-embossed,
as grace's sweet tongue licks her lips.

Everything is gratitude and understanding--
at the deepest levels.
Just ask a ripe peach.

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Carol Sunshine Brown October 12, 2012 at 1:24 PM Wow what a comeback Orma. I have wondered where you went. Welcome home to the Soup. Many things have changed but you will be quick to figure it out. The site is still being updated with new things constantly. This is a good thing. Many of our friends are not here at this site anymore but, many left their poetry here so we can still read it. Talk to you soon and please don't leave again. Love, Carol XXXX