a Georgia summer

a Georgia summer

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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05/2012

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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.

© 2012 joshua deathdealer



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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).

Posted 11 Months Ago


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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.

Posted 1 Month Ago


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...

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very nice

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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).

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Reminiscent and it signifies so well that moment.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lovely imagery.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is beautiful, eloquent and gentle writing.

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah, what longingness of that I moment I sensed in your poem! You have displayed what has been missing when I write in my poems. This talked of a very lovely event that once was perfect. Great job!

Posted 12 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I LOVE IT AND THE PIC TO

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i love it

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the heav.. more..

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