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December 9, 2005
Somewhat Overindulgent
Okay, so I've had a couple of drinkies, so I'm feeling artificially brave. I'm probably going to regret this in the morning, but here goes. I sort of like to write poems. Most of them are way, way, way too personal to share (and, let's face it, not very good), but I like this one.
My style is way prosaic (not in a "lacking imagination" sense, but in a "1. Consisting or characteristic of prose. 2. Matter-of-fact; straightforward." sense), unlike one of my favorite poets. (I mean, besides my Boyfriends Neruda, Donne and Eliot and my Special Girlfriend Sappho). So, if you don't like it, well, I don't know what to tell you.
(I can't believe I'm posting this.)
why write a poem about summer?
everything to say about it has surely been said
in words far cleverer than these
yet some summers are hotter than others
some suns shine more brightly
some skies are bluer
so I am compelled to praise
the sweetly scented mornings
the long, still afternoons
and the green-ness of the grass
'neath the tree where we sought shelter from the sun
and the stars at night,
twinkling more brightly
viewed from the ground,
still warm with the heat of day
now the incomparable summer is over
and the cold winter sun taunts me
with remembrance of those warm, lazy days
which seem like a dream.
Comments
Kate--I like the poem! "sweetly scented mornings" and "long, still afternoons" are great phrases--I know exactly the kind of days you're talking about. Very nice and thanks for being brave.
Posted by: Collette at December 10, 2005 9:14 PM