a Georgia summer

05/2012

Tripping over rows in the cotton fields, 

we ran from what everyone thought.

Our sweet teas splashing out with 

every step until we reached the huge

live oak that grew its branches out

like a green web, hiding us from the 

workers and the passersby.

The heat did nothing to subdue our

passion as we clung to each other

like it was the last time.

Maybe if we would have known that

it was the last time we would have

stayed beneath that old tree. We

probably wouldn't have ran away

from the Georgia summer rain.

Perhaps we would have embraced 

it and I could have remained in the

solace of your arms a little longer.

Reviews

[Jazique]

Started out so lovely then got so sad but, thats the case for some love. You begin to let something beautiful grow against the odds and before you know it the odds catch up to you . Making you think you should have held on a little tighter. Anyways well done, the words just seem to flow as you expressed the moment through description but, never directly saying what i was.

[Brianna]

I always really enjoy reading your writing. I liked this a lot, and the metaphoric resonances within, even if you might not have planned them or noticed them yourself. I tend to read more into things than what is really there, so I'm probably just making those metaphors up.
Anyway, thank you for sharing :) (this and all your others :))
Very well done

[Ian Faraway]

The passion in this poem along with the imagery made a breathtaking poem. I'm a romantic so the thought of briefly leaving reality to be somewhere special with someone special is so attractive in a way. I envy your ability to write it so well. J'adore! -Ian

[R. L. Ives]

Being from Georgia, this played like a movie; could almost hear the cicadas in the distance. Oh how I miss the southern sweet tea, oaks with Spanish moss draped throughout the branches. I was so amazed at the fields of cotton when I first saw them. Love on a hot afternoon. Very reminiscent. Thank you for this trip down memory lane.

[JohnEWordSlinger]

Scoot over, let me sit down, in this sweet poem. ah, poetry. Mr. well done poem here.
thank you, much appreciated... WS, the Conductor of the Poetry E Train...

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very nice

[bob, small b. aka invs]

this is so quintessentially deep south. the cotton fields, sweet tea, live oaks and ever present heat. i haven't spent a lot of time there, but your words brought me right back. and the only thing that could make you forget the heat of the day is the heat of passion. i really enjoyed this poem. so sad. another example of things being clearer in retrospect. life should come with mulligans (do-overs).

[The Analog Kid]

Reminiscent and it signifies so well that moment.

[Morrigan Nicole]

Lovely imagery.

[TL Boehm]

this is beautiful, eloquent and gentle writing.