Concrete Peaches - A collaboration - Frieda and Jack

 

 

 

 

Concrete peaches

 

Endless seams of knotted hopes

Collecting ‘neath orchard dreams

Rows of fruited illusions bloom

In aromatic cadence, even in winter’s silence

 

Leafless branches tease misty skies

producing unrealistic temptations,

easily within reach of desperate fingers

willing to harvest heartaches by the bushel

 

Trudging through fields of broken promises

knee deep in splintered divisions of trust

devotion doesn't grow on trees

it needs to be carefully nurtured

 

Shedding layers of old decaying bark

reaching for the sunlight in the dark

acceptance olive branches under cover

twisted roots have sapped their luster

 

and all that remains are concrete peaches

weighted words of fuzzy meanings

shallow breaths on succulent breezes,

free-stone mutterings of faded descent

 

 

Author's Note

A collaboration with my good friend Frieda.

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris]

I found this to be thought-full and have a good tone when voiced.

The pain of rebranding and rebuilding... losing links to so many otherwise dear and memory-full moments and items... the personal weights being dealt with or at least handled... yes, this piece was thought-full.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Chris. I appreciate you stopping by today.

[Chris]

anytime Jack...was my pleasure.

[Sami Khalil]

A marvelous poem and collaboration.
Keep up your great work with her or separately...Bravo

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sami. There's always one rotten peach to spoil the entire basket.

[Sami Khalil]

So true...You are welcome...:).................