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In the silent murky air
of a sleepless night
I surrender to failure,
curl knobby toes
on cool kitchen tile,
bite into a perfect
end of summer peach,
celebrate the inevitable.
© by Anita S. Pulier.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Anita S. Pulier is a retired attorney who, many years ago, traded legal writing for poetry. She and her husband, Myron, pursue a bi-coastal life between New York City and Los Angeles, where they are daily hikers in the NYC parks and the Santa Monica mountains. Anita has been very involved in the Southern California poetry community and, recently, even Myron (a retired psychiatrist) has taken up poetry! Anita’s poems have appeared in numerous print and online journals and her work is included in nine print anthologies. The author of multiple collections, her most recent is Paradise Reexamined. Learn more about Anita at http://psymeet.com/anitaspulier/main/index.php.
    
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barbsteff:
Wasn't expectong those last three lines. It soumded much more sinister. Great set-up!
Posted 09/08/2016 08:26 PM
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jtmilford:
A beautiful poem about letting go with peaches.
Posted 09/08/2016 03:36 PM
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Charlotte Ciraulo:
Gorgeous!
Posted 09/08/2016 02:04 PM
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blueskies:
Sez it ALL!...celebrate the inevitable.
Delicious poem. Thanks, Anita.
Posted 09/08/2016 02:01 PM
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Lori Levy:
Love this poem. I can see it and feel it.
Posted 09/08/2016 10:52 AM
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Caro70:
Lovely!
Posted 09/08/2016 09:29 AM
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Walcottjm:
"celebrate the inevitable", my mantra for today. Thank you for a perfect peach of a poem.
Posted 09/08/2016 07:22 AM
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Newf:
Perfect poem for a restless night.thx
Posted 09/08/2016 03:45 AM
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Katrina:
I like the title.
Posted 09/08/2016 03:22 AM
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