A Joy Of Summer
The Sweetest Sensations
Something ever so humbling to taste,
like a sweet Georgia peach
Nectar so sweet not coming through haste,
sweet, juicy, and just slightly beyond reach
Juices tickling my skin,
washing down the side of my face,
Reminding not to eat a peach, like you're trying to win,
that sweet Georgia peach is worthy of a marathon, not a race
That sweet fresh scent as we walk through the trees,
filling our nostrils with such a happily found scent
Reaching for that peach as you stretch at the knees,
wondering where the day has went
Sounds of the soft southern winds fill your ears
and you can remember such a sight
That delicious nectar reminds you of better years
and feelings to hold onto with all your might
From the little peach fuzz as you bite through the skin
that explosive heavenly juice lands on your tongue
To describe those beautiful nectar-filled days, it's hard to begin
but they make you remember what it was like to be young
Peaches and cream become a heavenly delight,
as your eyes behold them before you
You carve into that peach with all your might,
feeling that sweet juiciness again all you want to do
Your eyes behold each peach has a different sight of beauty,
natures perfect creation at your fingertips
It all comes together in one moment to be,
as you put that sweet Georgia peach to your waiting lips
"I could eat a peach for hours."
-Nicholas Cage, Face Off
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.
Keep reading
More stories from Jason Ray Morton and writers in Poets and other communities.
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen5 days ago in Poets
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
By Imola Tóth6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Sensual & tasty, & a great movie to boot. Around here it's the Colorado peaches to which we are slaves. Once that first crate arrives, it seems nothing else matters, not even the weather to farmers, lol.
This was so well done! I loved how you compared a peach's nectar to sweet summer days. Also, I loved the quote at the end 😅
Makes me think of my step brother and his wife. We would always get peaches when we visited. I still have the peach cookbook his wife gave us. Juicy juicy juicy
Nicely pieced💖😉👍