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Peaches and Time
August 1, 2013
Time curls like ripened peach skin
Pulled from the flesh.
Which falls from my hands
Before I can think to catch it.
But the peach tree out front
Is ripe now
And freckled with nucleus, cytoplasm,
Membrane tickled with baby fuzz.
The premature fruits
Lay smooth and hard, around the base
As my brother took joy in
Picking the green globes
That would thunk upon the dirt
And roll to his feet in adulation.
This is satisfying somehow,
Our control on the cells of the world.
But time contains no nucleus
No cytoplasm or membrane,
And it falls from my hands
Before I can think to catch it.
© Tyson F., Honokaa, HI
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This article has 4 comments.
TheSkyOwesMeRain GOLD said...
on Sep. 6 2013 at 1:28 am
This is a great poem, I really enjoyed reading it. I wish school wouldn't start :(
Labradorian PLATINUM said...
on Aug. 1 2013 at 8:37 pm
Thank you for your comment and suggestions. I will definately take them into consideration.
MissExploration BRONZE said...
on Aug. 1 2013 at 7:29 pm
I never thought about connecting peaches and time together. Very creative. Your first and last stanza go well together, but the second stanza seems a bit random because you are not focusing on yourself anymore. From how I read it, I assumed that your poem was focusing on yourself. On your last stanza when it says, "This is satisfying somehow" can you describe why it's satisfying? and be more specific. I like how you used simple biology terms in this poem. Overall you pulled it off comparing time and peaches in this poem :)
