UNDER A PEACH TREE IN BLOOM

I don’t want to draw attention

to the physical affliction I know

is the completion of your life.

The way you still pleasure a mirror

every time you give a sideways

glance passing by in this room

or that. Do you see, do you know,

do you understand the depth

of beauty you wear? Do you know

the only synonym of beauty is pain?

The perfect symmetry and confidence

of eyes and nose and lips, and the

way the ivory of your shoulder

invites caress despite the ice in

your eyes, my private singularity.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful poetry Vol. I saw a photograph here. The title is such a lovely title exuding warmth and yet the final lines tell me there isn’t alot of summer here. There is winter cold. Whether that is the pain of death, I am unsure, but I did feel a deep loss in your poem. All the best.

Chris

[Vol]

Chris,
There is indeed... When my first wife left me, I died, when my second one did, it was worse... difficult burden.
Vol

[Chris Shaw]

where there is love sweet darling, there is pain

I don’t know where that came from, but it was an instant thought that filtered in when reading your response.

when my first husband left me, I died too. I didn’t think I would be capable of loving again, but you do , you take another chance while tenembering the pain.


Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Oops remembering, sorry re typo . My phone misbehaves lol.

[Vol]

Chris,
Your's too?... My favorite love poem is La Belle Dame Sans Merci by Keats

[ETERNITY]

The thing about it is, Volcano, you are such an excellent writer, your choice of words leave the average person like me oftentimes grasping for their own definitions.

Like I told Sam, I tend to think too much about what I read. He said, "It's cool." (in so many words)

I think I'll just enjoy the poesy and stop defining everything. Thanks Vol, you are awesome!

[Vol]

Glenda,
My favorite song of all time is "WHITE RABBIT" because of the last line... "remember what the door mouse said...feed your head, feed your heeeead!" I can think of no better occupation...
Vol

[ETERNITY]

Grace Slick. I was a mere babe but I would listen to Woostock at my neighbor's Dixie and she let me smoke cigarettes. It led, of course, to much stronger drugs to "feed my head".

[Vol]

Well, from this man's perspective, It is well nourished...

[ETERNITY]

@Vol, I stopped everything in my 30s. OH! I take an occasional Tylenol...but even that's rare. A lot of my friends died. Well past Woodstock. Did you go?

[ETERNITY]

Dixie has been dead many years.

[Vol]

Glenda,
I think it our true job on the earth... to find love and beauty, then try to never leave...
Vol

[Michael Sun Bear]

A beautiful poem about beauty! My favorite line: the way you still pleasure a mirror every time you give a sideways glance passing by……That brought her alive for me. Your ending is very unusual and gave me much food for thought, this woman’s eyes a singularity. Does therein lie a black hole? Are you unable to escape her gravitational pull? Do her eyes lead to destruction?

What inspired the title?

[Vol]

Michael,
The title was kind of inspired by Zora nell Hurston's very passionate description of a pear tree... A singularity is the edge of TIME that occurs in the gravity of a black hole, where it no longer works...
It takes a rather intense love to blank out all the rest of the universe.
Vol

[Poetic Beauty]

Sometimes beauty is merely superficial and what lie beneath is pain or ice.

[Vol]

PB,
Half the love poems out there are a warning as to the reality of pain is always involved...
Vol

[Poetic Beauty]

Ah but without pain we wouldn’t truly appreciate the concept and emotion of love and all its beauty

[Vol]

That's right, PB We'd know no better

[Poetic Beauty]

It wouldn’t make it as special and magical if everything was joyous and happy

[Vol]

PB,
Real beauty goes all the way through...
Vol

[Poetic Beauty]

Absolutely

[Lorry]

Beauty IS in tge eye of the beholder abd is best served over a lifetime of watching and being with the person, so you can fully appreciate their beauty, rather than being the beautiful person who only sees her flaws and can never fully appreciate the significance she brings to your life, just by being herself with you.
Nicely captured Vol.

[Vol]

Thank you, Lorry,
The real thing is huge and dangerous couched in the beauty of shared souls, hearts, identities. Notrhing else can cut as deep or build as hot a fire.
Vol

[ETERNITY]

I don't understand what singularity means.
"The perfect symmetry and confidence

of eyes and nose and lips, and the

way the ivory of your shoulder

invites caress despite the ice in

your eyes is my private singularity."

[Vol]

Glenda,
Good morning!
A singularity is the edged of a black hole where even time itself is warped and may cease to exist...
Sort of like an orgasm...
Vol

[ETERNITY]

This is written for your wife.

Lucky lady.

Awesome and written with lots of love and devotion.

[Vol]

Glenda,
It was written for every woman I've ever loved, or wanted to...
Vol

[Dessi]

This is special poesy is directed to someone the author loves very much but feels a great need to avoid conversation due to the physical affliction the author knows completes the life of that person.
The beauty of this person is so extraordinary so much as to pleasure a mirror! Wonderful emotions here! This author is deeply in love with this subject and yearns to melt the ice in their eyes. So beautiful! Thanks so much for sharing, Vol.

[Vol]

Jenny,
I am quite an old man, and in my many years and many loves, some of them deep to the bone, some a face in a passing car, there is something about
the particular beauty of women as opposed to a mountain vista, or a great painting that is also fleeting, and therefore to be captured and appreciated at every opportunity. And, I think there is something else in my thoughts about all the beautiful women I've met none of whome really know how beautiful they are.
Vol

[Dessi]

Age is just a number, Vol. I have found that the younger the male, the more mothering they require. I am just not ready for children. As to the ending of your comments to me, "Men do not make passes at girls who wear glasses."

[Dessi]

Also, Vol, I would like to address your particular diction withal you merely communicate. It is as honey to the hungry bee searching for sustenance. Bravo "young" man!

[Vol]

Well, Jenny Lee, thank you for that... Words have always been my favorite toys... And it is always a pleasure when someone else agrees... I sense a kindred spirit...
Vol

[Dessi]

Your senses do not fail you! I sense a kind spirit in you and THAT is always welcome. Jen

[Vol]

JennyLee,
II sense a poet through and through in you. Do you ever do open mics?
Vol

[Dessi]

I have spent my life chasing a career. Not much reading besides here. I'm not a poet. Just pretty darn correct in language skills.

[Vol]

Glenda,
Oh, yes you are a poet... This site has more than most and fewer wannabes, Do not deny your talent and skill with words, a lot of folks on here have neither, but your tight insights into what it means to be human are your gift to the rest of us...
People want to make poetry into some kind of high-falooting words of the weird and obtuse imagery, when it is the simplilist of the arts. It is the one which is supposed to be closest to the people but which has been stolen by academia (and they do not even know that post-modernism is dead)... Okay, sorry, somebody plucked a short-hair...
Don't kid yourself, I really get upset that people who do not know how good they are sometimes abandon their greatest gift, and yours is awesome! Go read some Dorothy Parker!
Vol

[Vol]

Between you two, do not know what to think...
:-)

[Dessi]

I'm not going to lie to you, Vol.

[Dessi]

Hello. Not meaning to intrude but this excellent item should "not" be rated Mature.
Please allow the general public the gift of beauty to view.

[Vol]

Why thank you, Jenny Lee,
Appreeciated and ... done!
Vol

[Dessi]

merci, Vol.