Peach Poem Recipe November Contest

I envy the prolific poet
who can whip up a delicious dish
of twenty lines (or less)
and present it
like a perfect peach pie;
warm, topped with ice cream.

Words woven in an intricate lattice;
buttery, they melt on my tongue;
taste buds tantalized by the
succulent, brown-sugared mound
of fresh fruit imagery, juicy
and lovingly intermingled

with spicy consonance & assonance;
the phrases sliced at a slant,
until my senses succumb to the glory
of its peachy perfection.
I savor a sliver, let it slip slowly down;
ask for seconds.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

About the Author

Country/Region: WA

Comments

Geezer

3 years 11 months ago

Amazing...

I went from not caring at all about having something to eat; [I just had breakfast a while ago]; to wanting a piece of that delicious peach pie that you have described! Nice work! ~ Geezer.
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