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peach tree diaries |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
He watched his mother cry Like the pitted black olives That began to grow in the middle of her garden. Her floral dress, a bit darker, The small brown freckles on her skin sat with her legs folded like a small train easing against the sun as it comes to a complete stop. Awkwardly he stared as if he could somehow stop his mother from her own tears. He lifted his tiny body from the ground, And tugged on her dress So she could feel his small hands Pulling at her body. The peach tree hovered above their heads, As they leaned against one another His small head against hers, Her long hair around his, The tears slowly dropped Like the backdrop of the city As the lights slowly flickered out. Their two bodies, Sitting with unequivocal patience, Until he slowly fell asleep her tears stopped moving Underneath the ripened, peach tree. |
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anya Member
since 2002-07-27
Posts 393London, UK |
I enjoyed this poem very much, the mood created was both melancholic and interesting, I particularly liked the last stanza. - Anya |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
City streetlights flickering out at dawn is a very nice metaphor for tears that stop flowing and falling after a cry. Very creative and observant, that. A poignant and imho very worthy write. |
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Angel4aKing Senior Member
since 2006-09-27
Posts 1372USA |
This has got to be the single most beautiful poem I have ever read....reflecting a mother and childs love perfectly....well done!!! ~~~kingsangel~~~ |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks for the comments, Thanks, Angel...happy you enjoyed. Cheers Tomer |
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