The flawless peach attracts us to consume so that which once sustained is sacrificed gone but for the layer peeled away left to decay and the pit that allows history to repeat itself.
Hi, agoodguy2have, Earlgreytea, caroljoyce, and freeatlast64847, Yes, you see clearly. I thank each of you for your flawless comments. Cobbler, anyone?
Imrandalimdhaka, Dhaka BangladeshJul 6, 2010
Dear would you please explain line by line?
paloma66Manukau, Auckland New ZealandJul 7, 2010
"And the pit .....,to repeat itself,"beautiful words.
Hi, Imrandalin, Although not line-by-line, here goes my attempt: The peach is something attractive (perceived valuable, flawless) that we consume for our own sustenance and/or pleasure. For this sustenance, it was sacrificed, leaving only what we did not value about or need from it. Severed from its whole, these discarded parts decay. One of those things discarded, was the pit. Some things survive our lack of need for, rejection and/or neglect. Rather than decay, the pit (seed) gets planted and becomes part of the future. And, so, the cycle continues. I hope this helps.
Hi, gardenhackle and Blizza801 Thank you for reading and your kind comments on my poem. As for the peel, it depends on the variety of peach and how appealing its particular one is.
Hi, Happygolucky4U, hedistuff and Ladyjj, Thank you for reading and sharing your comments with me. I'm glad you found my poem to be peachy food for thought!
GashlyAmish Hell, Ohio USAJul 22, 2010
when i was a child, i wanted to keep a peach as a pet...the fuzz was comforting on my cheek and the aroma of sweet love felt like pure summer sunshine being inhaled. alas, the peach was always consumed, who could resist? love this piece...and i love cobbler!
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Yes, you see clearly. I thank each of you for your flawless comments. Cobbler, anyone?
Thank you for your kind comment.
Hi, Imrandalin,
Although not line-by-line, here goes my attempt: The peach is something attractive (perceived valuable, flawless) that we consume for our own sustenance and/or pleasure. For this sustenance, it was sacrificed, leaving only what we did not value about or need from it. Severed from its whole, these discarded parts decay. One of those things discarded, was the pit. Some things survive our lack of need for, rejection and/or neglect. Rather than decay, the pit (seed) gets planted and becomes part of the future. And, so, the cycle continues. I hope this helps.
Thank you for reading and your kind comments on my poem. As for the peel, it depends on the variety of peach and how appealing its particular one is.
Really for some reason I found it to be a very peachy write
A tasty write indeed..I enjoyed this..
Very well done on the circle of life..
Thankyou..
Ljj..
Thank you for reading and sharing your comments with me. I'm glad you found my poem to be peachy food for thought!
We do take comfort where we can find it, don't we; and, it's hard to resist a "pure summer" peach! Thank you for sharing this with me.