I miss you in your summer dress

[PrinceMyshkin]

I miss you in your summer dress
that used to rest so lightly
on your summer skin



Jerry Newman © July 2, 2007

[symphony]

light and warm like a summer :) simplicity rulez! :D

[Virgil]

It is kind of nice for ashort poem. I would consider replacing the second "summer". To repeat a word in a short three line poem is challenging and I don't think here it rises to the occaision. Plus, what exactly is "summer skin?"

[PrinceMyshkin]

light and warm like a summer :) simplicity rulez! :D

Oh, thank you for that! I am so pleased when I create something that is not overtly Poetic! But then I sometimes wonder - if it is as brief as this one - is there any chance it will move someone? Indeed I went ahead and milked it for a bit more but decided to risk it with just those original three lines.

[PrinceMyshkin]

It is kind of nice for ashort poem. O would consider replacing the second "summer". To repeat a word in a short three line poem is challenging and I don't think here it rises to the occaision. Plus, what exactly is "summer skin?"

I will have my people get in touch with your people.

[Virgil]

I will have my people get in touch with your people.

:confused: Not sure what you mean by that, but OK.

[PrinceMyshkin]

:confused: Not sure what you mean by that, but OK.

Was meant as a joke, Dude, beneath which is the fact that the repetition of "summer" is important to me, as evocative of the speaker's mythologizing of the time he remembers. And "summer skin" is, well, the sweetness of skin that has recently been kissed by the sun.

[motherhubbard]

l liked it, I know just what summer skin is. My kids are sun kissed right now, soft and brown- freckles showing, pink cheeks making eyes look clearer. I think summer skin is something the young have. Sun + age makes a person look like this old purse my mother used to have.

[PrinceMyshkin]

l liked it, I know just what summer skin is. My kids are sun kissed right now, soft and brown- freckles showing, pink cheeks making eyes look clearer. I think summer skin is something the young have. Sun + age makes a person look like this old purse my mother used to have.

Off topic: This morning at my regular cafe, a young family were there who often visit, Mere & Pere and best of all, little round-cheeked Margot, 2 years old who looks at me so solemnly when I exult over her. Can they comprehend, I sometimes wonder, the rapture they inspire in us?

[motherhubbard]

Not today, but later they will have the same joy in others. Its lovely isn't it. They give so much joy and they give it so easily. A quality we all once possessed, and somehow lost. What took that from us or why did we cast it away?

[Virgil]

Was meant as a joke, Dude, beneath which is the fact that the repetition of "summer" is important to me, as evocative of the speaker's mythologizing of the time he remembers. And "summer skin" is, well, the sweetness of skin that has recently been kissed by the sun.

Sure I understood that, but I still think it would be a better poem without the repetition. That's just my opinion. I think it's already implied by the mention of skin in the summer context. For instance if you had said "tanned skin" or "tawney skin" or "bronzed skin" or whatever.

Hey, if you don't want people to offer their thoughts freely, then I won't do so.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Sure I understood that, but I still think it would be a better poem without the repetition. That's just my opinion. I think it's already implied by the mention of skin in the summer context. For instance if you had said "tanned skin" or "tawney skin" or "bronzed skin" or whatever.

Hey, if you don't want people to offer their thoughts freely, then I won't do so.

I'm very sorry I may have given you the impression that I don't want people's thoughts. That was not my intention at all.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Not today, but later they will have the same joy in others. Its lovely isn't it. They give so much joy and they give it so easily. A quality we all once possessed, and somehow lost. What took that from us or why did we cast it away?

Lovely thoughts (except for the last two sentences, which I would gladly discuss with you in private if you're so inclined).

Much as I loved all three of my kids, there was something different and special in my love for my middle child. So imagine my chagrin when he was 16 and I raised the question of how he felt about our relationship. He said: "Well, Dad, sometimes I feel burdened by your love."

I didn't ask for an explanation as I had an intuition what he meant. Many years later we were at a fairground with his two children and I commented to him on Lucy's wonderful strawberry blonde hair, to which - contrary to his normally understatedway of speaking - he responded: "Sometimes I find her almost unbearably beautiful."

To which I wanted to say Aha!

[Virgil]

I'm very sorry I may have given you the impression that I don't want people's thoughts. That was not my intention at all.

Quite all right. Sorry if I bristled. ;) I must say I like a lot of your poems that I've come across.:thumbs_up

[ampoule]

I know this is not the 'what are you wearing' thread but I am at this moment mentally going through my summer dresses and wondering which one Prince would like.

And as to the repetition of summer in summer skin. I do not tan. I cannot be tawny or bronzed because I am fair skinned. I didn't necessarily think of summer skin as a color. One sees more of it and very often it is moist to the touch.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I know this is not the 'what are you wearing' thread but I am at this moment mentally going through my summer dresses and wondering which one Prince would like.

And as to the repetition of summer in summer skin. I do not tan. I cannot be tawny or bronzed because I am fair skinned. I didn't necessarily think of summer skin as a color. One sees more of it and very often it is moist to the touch.

Sleeveless and strapless, of course, mid-thigh length, floral pattern....

[PrinceMyshkin]

Make me a home in your heart
and furnish it with humble,
hand-made things. A sturdy
wooden chair or two,
a throw-rug woven
of the weaver’s love and wit.

And let me sit in there with you
and watch the light change
through the window.
The blessed light.
The warmth of a distant star.


. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jerry Newman © June 7, 2007

[andave_ya]

very pretty!

[ampoule]

Make me a home in your heart
and furnish it with humble,
hand-made things. A sturdy
wooden chair or two,
a throw-rug woven
of the weaver’s love and wit.

And let me sit in there with you
and watch the light change
through the window.
The blessed light.
The warmth of a distant star.


. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jerry Newman © June 7, 2007

What a wonderfully warm picture. I love this.

[symphony]

Make me a home in your heart
and furnish it with humble,
hand-made things. A sturdy
wooden chair or two,
a throw-rug woven
of the weaver’s love and wit.

And let me sit in there with you
and watch the light change
through the window.
The blessed light.
The warmth of a distant star.


. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jerry Newman © June 7, 2007

:thumbs_up

[PrinceMyshkin]

After the thump of winter
we pick ourselves up,
shake the frog blossoms
off of our hearts and look
at the waste of our country.


The immediate neighbourhood
is buckled beyond repair and bodies
are heaped up here and there
of those, pickled in despair,
who thought they were immune
to nature's ravages and the heart's.


If only the core of us were made
of wood, all we would need to fear
was the snap of predictable winter,
the crack of thaw.


But the seasons in us
are more random than that. Midnight
and fall are as likely to strike
in the middle of summer, or when
the sun is at its height.


J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992

[ampoule]

Oh my goodness, Prince, yes.

[firefangled]

After the thump of winter
we pick ourselves up,
shake the frog blossoms
off of our hearts and look
at the waste of our country.


The immediate neighbourhood
is buckled beyond repair and bodies
are heaped up here and there
of those, pickled in despair,
who thought they were immune
to nature's ravages and the heart's.


If only the core of us were made
of wood, all we would need to fear
was the snap of predictable winter,
the crack of thaw.


But the seasons in us
are more random than that. Midnight
and fall are as likely to strike
in the middle of summer, or when
the sun is at its height.


J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992

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Such a particularly cogent title for this collection. I love poetry that, even if it is long, has a suddeness to it when it hits you like lightening.

This was so almost indirect to be so right on.

[PrinceMyshkin]

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Such a particularly cogent title for this collection. I love poetry that, even if it is long, has a suddeness to it when it hits you like lightening.

This was so almost indirect to be so right on.

Thank you. I do aim to stop when I have nothing more to say, or maybe even a few words before that. And as in art, so in life, I believe. E.g. there is a very probably deeply lonely woman whose morning walk takes her by the table on the terrace where I have my espresso. Having been invited to join me once, she slows down, greets me and with a characteristically complicated expression on her face she sort of invites me to invite her to join me again. But what I have found is that even the most innocuous conversational gambit I might make brings in response a seemingly potted little pronouncement all wrapped up and tied with a bow.

[PrinceMyshkin]

If we had love
we wouldn’t need
biscuits, ham, scalloped potatoes,
foie gras.

If we had love
we wouldn’t need
Armani, Versace, Gucci, DKNY.

If we had love
we wouldn’t need
philosophy, astrology, the Olympics
or war.

If we had love.
If we had love,

real love.




Jerry Newman © 13 June 2007

[motherhubbard]

I was thinking of this summer dress poem Saturday. Your new one is nice too. but it may be that if we valued love we wouldn't need those things

[Pendragon]

I have to agree on this one. Simplicity is sublime!

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[Granny5]

I miss you in your summer dress
that used to rest so lightly
on your summer skin



Jerry Newman © July 2, 2007

This is so lovely, Prince. I don't think it could be without "summer" in the last line.

[motherhubbard]

it was Chaney's summer skin that got me to thinking about the poem on Saturday

[symphony]

If we had love
we wouldn’t need
biscuits, ham, scalloped potatoes,
foie gras.

If we had love
we wouldn’t need
Armani, Versace, Gucci, DKNY.

If we had love
we wouldn’t need
philosophy, astrology, the Olympics
or war.

If we had love.
If we had love,

real love.




Jerry Newman © 13 June 2007


hehe i'm actually humming it, it'll be nice as a song.

[PrinceMyshkin]

it was Chaney's summer skin that got me to thinking about the poem on Saturday

That wouldn't be Dick Chaney, would it? (I know, I know...) I just want to make sure, though, that no one thinks I had him in mind when I wrote that poem...

[Sweets America]

I love your first little poem. Very simple and very lovely. About the summer repetition, I like it that way and I think the summer skin is absolutely necessary here, in this poem. I don't want the summer to be put to sleep. Because those words resonate in my soul and I don't want a part of my soul to die with them.

Now this poem:

Make me a home in your heart
and furnish it with humble,
hand-made things. A sturdy
wooden chair or two,
a throw-rug woven
of the weaver’s love and wit.

And let me sit in there with you
and watch the light change
through the window.
The blessed light.
The warmth of a distant star.

I am very fond of it!!!! It is exactly the words I would like to utter to my lover. It matches my vision of love, exactly. This is one of my favorite poems in here, if not the favorite. I have a very strong feeling when I read it, and then I think 'why couldn't I write that myself?' lol. :thumbs_up