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Friday, September 03, 2010

Notes for Big Tent Poetry

Big Tent Poetry



Watching as summer sneaks away, I collect scenes and sounds inside words -




Notes

like Zelda at the gate
a cocky strut of blue
crowns the fence top
dares the neighbor's zipsaw

drying leaves sift down
orange tomatoes hang for red
hard green pears dangle
droughty plums drop and roll

gray gleaners Pac-Man seeds
where weeds fall to earth
chatter like bratty kids
gimme, I saw it first

Sun Salutation considers
clouds building in the west
the sun feels warm
but shadow cools the mat
 
 
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27 comments:

vivinfrance said...

This is a great evocation of the end of summer. The chatter of bratty kids sounds right!

Sam Liu said...

A beautiful poem of the seasons, it sings with an autumnal brilliance :)

Diane T said...

Great end of summer poem. I loved your images!

Naquillity said...

beautiful notes shared. it's a reminder of what summer is/ was to you. lovely poem. hope all is well. have a great weekend.

Elizabeth said...

Wonderful feel to this poem, soft goodbye to summer, but an awareness of all the details.

Elizabeth

flaubert said...

Susan saying goodbye to summer ,so beautifully!
Pamela

SandyCarlson said...

Always the tension between hello and good-bye. Amazing. Beautiful poem.

Tilly Bud said...

Timely and interesting. I like the mood change of the last line.

gautami tripathy said...

Great images.

pavement musings

Jeeves said...

Last para has an amazing punch...Lovely poem

Christine said...

Rich imagery! Just yesterday I noticed that sound, of "Pac-Man seeds" skittering and being blown down the pavement ... you so imaginatively have captured the winsomeness of the end of summer. Happiness and regret harmoniously together. BTW, I am hooked on fib poems now.

Jingle Poetry said...

the song of nature,
beautiful and musical...

irene said...

I got a lovely summer feeling reading your poem.

EKSwitaj said...

I love the way the colors and sounds work together in this poem.

Cynthia Short said...

Ah, lovely....
wish I was there doing yoga with you!

Joseph Harker said...

I do like your notion of summer "sneaking away"... glad you captured this moment before it escapes until next year!

Tammie said...

yes, I can see the fading summer days in your words.... I see it here in my days too~

twitches said...

Love that last line!

nan said...

This is one of my very favorites for this week's prompt. I especially love the last stanza. Really nice.

Systematic Weasel said...

Excellent post! =)

-Weasel

Friko said...

Excellent.
I really admire your work.

Uma said...

Beautiful colours and sights, so different from the summers we experience here in Chennai.

Deb said...

Oh! Those beautiful jays do make a ruckus this time of year. I've been hearing them morning & night. This poem hit me just right. :-)

Miss Alister said...

Creativity's still running rampant here, I see! I especially dig the way the last three lines of the third stanza sound : )

kavisionz said...

Curtains close for summer this year... and a neat ode to that effect!
Really enjoyed the wordplay here...
Felt FRESH reading it!!!
Bravo, my dear friend!!!

Jingle said...

magical ending!

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