peach sun leaves summer tasting sweet
This struggle I have is from within
In my darkest moments I fight to grin
Because I am aware that stigma is true
Mental illness is cruel a burden to you
It’s like a disease that handcuffs minds
Depression confession lost in teal time
It’s like being stuck in tan quicksand
A slow sink in a nightmare with no chance
Looking from the inside I feel trapped
The enemy is me and energy is zapped
Why can’t I be nicer to the child inside
I tell her the truth she regurgitates lies
Lies like we don’t need the peach pill
We can pray it away use diet and will
In a manic panic we can run on treadmill
Frantically romantic we love never kill
I can never escape my cherry challenge
Shame it brings that I have an imbalance
The harder I try the more I seem to sink
Slow sink is worse than a quick ending
I can wake up from this neon nightmare
There is no cure but I am able to share
If I keep hope afloat I can learn to thrive
Slowly sink becomes a way to survive
like in an ice cream shoppe or confectionery
a poet’s selection’s necessary
couplet or rhyme, lyrical chime
sonnet or ode, peach ala mode
fonts galore and shapes
like raspberry dreamscapes
symbolism in imagery, or
metaphor continuously
begin with the ending
end with the beginning
which person – 1st, 2nd , 4th, 3rd,
animal, human, fish or bird
infinite assortment, endless variety
~ remember not to leave out levity
a peach warms in my palm,
sun-heavy, sweet with promise.
I hold it a moment longer,
letting summer settle into me.
Summers day, on the sand by the beach
A naked woman in view oh what a peach
Her hairy peach I must peal
Uttered, a joyful soft squeal
It's now twins, she weren't out of reach
Perfectly baked the golden crusts invite
Each warm slice is so tempting for the bite
Aroma drifts from sugary peach slow
Cinnamon powder makes the flavor grow
Honey tang adds to the taste of the treat
Piled on a dish with a crisp flair to greet
In summer ice cream on top makes it great
Eating it as dessert I’m never late
Peaches homegrown on grandparents farmland
Eaten with extra sugar from pie pan
Always on order in grandma's kitchen
Cherished family tradition each year
Hand over hand voted the best in town
Paired with ice cream and homemade with topping
Ideal for any carry in dinner
Enjoyed on a warm summer day with milk
Have a pang or a pining?
Poised for piquant pleasure? I positively preach:
when dining,
you must savor
a pulchritudinous, plump peach
flavor.
Says I,
“Please enjoy each
pie!”
Have a pang or pining -
A pulchritudinous, plump peach
pie!
The ice storm came in January
And gave her the face of a weeper.
Weighed down, nearly to the ground,
We knew that her roots grew deeper.
However, she was completely covered with
Ice, and her trunk was split at ground level.
We questioned if she would even survive.
But she soon convinced us that she was here
To stay, even when ice stood in her way. She
Knew that God was on the inside, and she was
Ready to produce healthy fruit and thrive.
In short order, by late Feburary, she spoke
With the resounding voice of new spring life.
Her pink blossoms said, "Hello, I'm alive and well. Peaches will be arriving by mid-July".
Howling at full moons
behind empty branches
in full view of empty tombs
of ancestors in full bloom
Slide your elflocks to the side
while I feed eldritch butterflies
the honey wine that made man divine,
lei guardato il gattopardo’s disguise
*
Rapt cranberry wrapping callipygian peaches,
entrancing crenellations, pergola features
I couldn’t leave you, my favorite weakness
When magenta sunsets broke
across your cello silhouette,
you signed your life to me
I can see the moon in your eyes
The way love blooms is a surprise
Your tongue tastes like peach pies
Making my head light sugar high
I never want to leave your side
Just a touch of your hand a delight
Love language is free yet precise
Say you love me the rest of your life
Rambling thoughts the color of red
Are a peach part of my heart’s head
Is there intelligence or something less
Never was the smartest but well said
Blue is my cause loyal and true
Onyx’s sky is falling for you
Will you return the favor too
A repost
She waits near the peach orchard
Waits to take love's calloused hand
Autumn's leaves are nearly gone
Winter's cold wind on life lands
Whispers in soft twilight glow
As snow on the mountains fall
Memories like rivers pass
As future's vision does stall
The seasons have had hard blows
Mixed in blessings from above
Memories comfort us so
While hand and hand, we still love
Silver strands in moonlight shines
Love now a great fulfilled dream
Through some storms and gentle snow
Love's true strength will always gleam
Her body was always kind to me,
our garden - a sunny bath
for a luxuriant
peach tree.
On special days,
we would sit naked under its shade
to share
just one of its blushed,
luscious fruits,
it was our ritual.
As one, our tongues would drink
each other's thirst.
Moreover,
where the erotic crease of the fruit
dimpled inwards, our curling tongues
washed velvety skin.
A salacious consuming followed,
a nectarous bacchanal,
a drenching,
that we,
eager and laughing,
smeared over one another.
Her body was always kind to me,
even on moonless nights
her peach saturated my senses,
while magenta folds
flowered,
and a primal darkness
hung my mouth to her lips.
peach
color
fine fruit
nectarine
bit of blush
sweet preserves
fuzzy and round
refreshing juice
Georgia orchard
cut up on ice cream
tasty freshly picked
great in a cobbler
peach is a marvel
she makes a fine pie
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