Two Summer Poems When I Wanted Three
Not Canoeing
That summer was a good summer.
I remember when my life's goal was to sit outside. Complete contentment under kudzu, I'd say. I should write a pome!
You can be too happy to write.
We went not canoeing but the other thing. There was water, trees.
Underwater
Spring seems reluctant to come this year. Today it might show up. I'll finish the new summer quilt, batiks the shades of green the sun gives to ponds. I've been noticing how much I love the word “summer.”
It's a beautiful quilt. Tying it I am struck how the patterns teem, all those eyes under water.
Ready
In twenty minutes I have a date.
I have a date now in twenty minutes. My date is with my unconscious, subconscious. Whichever. Or both. That's easier for antecedents.
I wonder where they are now. Maybe next door gently nudging or maybe at the end of the road, daily deliveries coming soon in big boxes.
Mimic Simic
I should always read Charles Simic. I should mimic Simic and Ristovic. (I have already forgotten his first name, he who changed me with his deep understandings a minute ago. Already forgotten!)
Rain
A rainy afternoon is on its way.
I love rain!
I wonder what Serbia is like. Like Italy?
It would be fun to go around the world as an anonymous old lady, one no one notices.
No longer blonde.
Honk if you are Dylan
I like to think of him like he's a guy in a bar band. The guitar player.
He's got a few suits and they all fit.
I imagine he has a wife who works a day job for the benefits. He's quiet, keeps deep, loves her.
Oh Fireflies!
The new moon erases the horizon and in the dark I see each light, far and near, star and stardust.
Lovely set. I'm glad you weren't too happy to write them. ;)
These visuals are settling onto my hard drive:
"the shades of green the sun gives to ponds."
"in the dark I see each light, far and near, star and stardust."
I've enjoyed every piece, particularly the last one which provides a soft closure.
Good imagery throughout."
Wonderful interruption here--
"I should always read Charles Simic. I should mimic Simic and Ristovic. (I have already forgotten his first name, he who changed me with his deep understandings a minute ago. Already forgotten!)" Yes.
Good use of form with these poems. *
Lovely work.
A very good work. I especially like the Dylan reference.
I've been noticing how much I love the word “summer.”
All your words here say more than what they are. Very well done. *
"batiks the shades of green the sun gives to ponds"--true to eye and ear.
Good work(s).
"Ready" is my favorite here.
Excellent Dianne. And. of course, Honk if you are Dylan, my fave.
Thank you all! Thank you for reading and commenting. I learned new things.
It's great to be read by writers.
These are all intriguing. Of course I like the Dylan one. His suits all fit. Says something about him. I’m always reluctant for summer and I felt a little of that. These certainly deserve several readings.
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Thanks John. I wrote "Honk" after listening to "Rough and Rowdy Ways," a beautiful album. I bought tickets for his Vermont concert that was supposed to happen next week but had to be canceled.
But, but, but... I counted seven.
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Thanks Mystery Reader!
Thanks James Lloyd! (I screwed up. I hate math.)
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Thank you Christopher J.!
I like the Orientalist ternseness of each section. They almost have a haiku like quality. Gently witty with some really nice images.
Thank you Iain James Robb.