Summer Me

 

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Summer me with summerings,
leisure mornings, warm evenings,
care-nots if the phone shall sing,
to-do lists with not o-n-e thing,

schedules not for when nor where,
no worries of have to be there,
no plans for do that like this,
only hours of dreamer’s bliss.

Summer, catch my hug, my kiss,
my opened arms, my thankfulness,
heart’s overflow, heart’s fond thinking of.
I’m queen! A queen with Time in love.

Summer me with summerings,
leisure mornings, warm evenings.
Summer me with summerings,
leisure mornings, warm evenings.

Summer me with times divine.
Oh, Time, stall thyself, be mine. Be mine.

12 comments

    • Thank you for your warm reply. Part of the joy of sharing writing & photography is receiving responses such as yours. It encourages me to share more. Join us at The Peaceful Pub where we do our best to steer positive vibes as we live our lives.
      Jan

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  1. “schedules not for when nor where,
    no worries of have to be there,
    no plans for do that like this,
    only hours of dreamer’s bliss”

    Jan,

    I think you have defined a poet’s paradise.

    and this… “Oh, Time, stall thyself, be mine. Be mine.”

    Our newest addition to Bon Mots….Thank you!!

    I love the energy, the spring in the step, the serenity within,
    of your writing. This poem exemplifies a soul who understands
    freedom. May your special space inside forever keep its light
    and continue to share its glow.

    Sarah

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    • Ah, you caught this poem’s ending phrase which flew through my mind like a dart toward a bull’s-eye. You “got” the heart of this poem>>>a magnetic pull toward freedom. Don’t we love our freedom(s)? Writing gives us that paradise. Glad you enjoyed this. Thanks for the warm reply.
      Jan

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  2. Jan, I get a happy heart gait each time I read your writing. I get a sense that you believe words belong to you and you can make them do anything you want. Take a noun and verb it to the end. You are the queen in time with love. I love this one.You are inspiring one to come: “autumn me, I’m still alive.” Thank you. ptc

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    • Ptc,
      Your reply delivers a smile. We, writers, get to fashion these words in all kinds of ways. I did verb the noun here! haha Somehow it worked for this poem, a lighthearted glance at summer’s sorrowful exit. Schoolteachers, in particular, feel a bit of pain in August with summertime’s exit. (We have to go back to work!) Don’t you hear my light moan from here?
      Jan

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      • I do hear your moan, but a group of seven year olds are in for the best year of their elementary school experience. Keep verbing those nouns. I am reading with pleasure. ptc

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  3. The perfect evocation of summer and how wonderful it is to be able to express such joy in such a captivating way.

    “Oh, Time, stall thyself, be mine. Be mine.” Such is the stuff of dreams made real by the poet.

    Douglas.

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