
Beneath the blue of wayward sky,
beneath the clouds that wandered by,
like whispered words above the river floated,
just so my cries above the river floated.
Do you remember the day of peaches?
Do you remember the sway of peaches–
their fragrance sweet in the sultry air,
fuzzy-furred and opened inside pink—just there–
the way their juices dripped on our skin and hair—
leaving drops of summer shared—we didn’t care.
Under the peach sun, we laughed and loved.
Under the fruited moon, we moaned, and loved
the summer, loved in the summer, all through the summer,
we loved,
and at the harvest moon, I loved you still, but you were gone
after the summer,
all the peaches were gone,
their sweetness dried and packed away,
and away you stayed.
Now, another year has passed,
another year beneath the sky
beneath the sky, I wonder why—
but I am fine, the past’s gone by
though the scent of peaches still makes me sigh.
Something a bit different from me for dVerse. Laura has asked us to use repetition, specifically, epiphora:
1a. Epiphora (aka Epistrophe or Antistrophe ). The repeat lines should for the most part be consecutive although allowances are made for alternates as well as the use of the repeat word with variance. Employ repetitions with the maxim ‘ too often is too heavy’!
AND those who like an extra challenge might like add in some
1b. Symploce – the combined use of anaphora and epiphora. . .
Fun Fact: Epiphora in medical terms means watery eyes due to excess tear production. So you may like to write a tear-jerker, something sad at least. Its optional!
Also, for Kim’s Tuesday dVerse prompt on fruit.
I am glad you also went for a tear-jerker, Merril! There is a lot of yearning in your repeated endings, from the whispered words and cries above the river, to the sultry scent of the peaches which linger after the love affair is over.
Thank you very much, Ingrid. It’s funny what happens sometimes once you start writing.
Indeed it is… 🍑
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Oh, not only did you use the repetition of the peaches, but you also made it into a metaphor… a summer’s fling we always hoped would grow to love.
Thank you, Björn. Yes, exactly!
pure sweet joy reading this poem – the way you used the epiphora repeats, sometimes with a slight twist and the peaches personifying a summer of love
“their sweetness dried and packed away,
and away you stayed.”
Thank you so much, Laura!
A fun read – well, then my mood changed with the feelings. Well done, Merril!
Thank you, Frank. 😀
Fragrantly and oh so deliciously rendered, Merril.
Thank you so much, Lisa.
You’re very welcome.
I love this, Merril. The repetition enforces all those pent-up feelings. And like Björn said, I loved the use of one season of peaches, representing that summer fling that could have been…
Thank you very much, Dale–and for letting me know about the missing “you.” 😀
Shhh… don’t tell anyone!
It was lovely.
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Such longing and nostalgia in your lovely verses Merril. Love the peach repetition, as well as your rhyming verses:
Do you remember the day of peaches?
Do you remember the sway of peaches–
Thank you so much, Grace!
I think you nailed it here. I guess I struggled with this prompt. I thought I stayed within parameters–but perhaps not. You managed several twists and turns, and the melancholy was virulent.
Thank you so much, Glenn!
It was definitely a challenging prompt.
Very beautiful, especially with the appeal to the senses.
Thank you very much, Lucy!
This brought back so many memories, Merril. Growing up, we’d go to a nearby farm to buy fresh peaches. To this day, I’ve never found peaches as juicy as those. My arm would be covered in sticky juice. It was the best! Beautiful poem! Thanks for providing the definitions. It’s helpful to someone like myself who doesn’t know much about poetry.
Thank you so much, Jill. I’m glad I brought back happy memories. Farm fresh produce is the best.
I just copied and pasted from the dVerse prompt. I didn’t know the terms either.
So much passion and peaches too! There is something so sensual about biting into a peach. 🔥🍑🔥
Thank you, Tricia. I agree! 😀
A peachy poem Merril. I like the way your poem flows through all the senses as we read. The peachy sun is a great touch!
Thank you so much, Dwight! 😀
You are welcome!
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This was so lovely! Peaches are one of my favorites and the scent is pure summer! ❤️
Thank you so much, Colleen. It really is. ❤️
Wonderful! ❤
Thank you!😀
I was revelling in the sensuality of the peaches and the summer and the moon and my lover–and then it all came to an end!!
Thank you so much, Liz!
Sorry about that. 😏
You’re welcome, Merril. That’s the risk one takes when engaging with literature. 🙂
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Really nice, poem. I like how you met two prompts with one poem and compared the peaches to the relationship. I really like the last line. Also, I don’t really drink, but I really like the color of whatever’s in that glass. 🙂
Thank you so much, Susan for your kind comment.
It took me a minute to understand what you meant about the drink–since I had posted photos with drinks in previous posts, but not this one. Then I realized you meant my background. That’s just a stock photo. I have no idea what’s in the glass. 😀
It works perfectly for peaches though and makes me think there’s something peachy in there. 🙂
Thank you. There may well be. 😀
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Utterly peachy! This prompt definitely got the creative juices going. Superb.
Thank you very much, Darius! I appreciate your kind words.
tender, soft, sweet as a perfect peach, Merril. The repetition made me sing, felt like a joyful and emotional song.
Thank you so much–that’s so lovely!
Deliciously romantic. Real musicality in this.
Thank you so much, Sarah!
My goodness me – deliciously erotic
Thank you very much, Derrick. I think you’re the only one who picked up on that. 😏
Or maybe said so 🙂
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Lovely (even though sad)
Thank you, Ron.
The peach is such a good metaphor for the ephemeral sweetness of summer love. And the repetition works well to shift the changing moods. (K)
Thank you very much, Kerfe!
Just a marvelous poem…woven together, beat by beat, like a summer novel you cannot put down.
Thank you so much, Linda! What a lovely thing to say! 💙
I can see, hear, smell, touch, and taste every moment of this! A sensory delight!
Thank you so much!
The days of peaches … days of wine and roses … days of endless wonder!
Thank you!😀
So lovely, Merril. I love the repetitions, the peach metaphor, the tug at my tears 🙂
Thank you very much, Marie. 😀
Beautifully sensual with the scent of peach a powerful motif.
~🕊Dora
Thank you so much, Dora!
ahhhh. sweet melancholy ~
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