Summer of Minds

[symphony]

This morning the mornings awoke--
up again with their tangerine suns they’re here.
Suddenly the summer’s in my bones--
a tint of red, a hint of gold
the days of mangoes and punctuated green



the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths
the summer of minds and juice-a-holic tongues.
This morning the poetry returned
for you touched the brim with salt and said
it makes a Turkish swig.

[Delta40]

my tastebuds got working as I read the lines as if I had bitten into the juicy fruit of summer you described!

[Silas Thorne]

Ah, partytime, fresh fruit and the summer, alcohol and poetry! Colour and vibrancy, passionate scents! Would that be a tequila slammer, or a cocktail?
Brings us to wonderful places, symphony. :)
and takes me to this again:

“Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry: 'Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry”from Edward Fitzgerald's translation of the Rubaiyat.
and from here: http://thinkexist.com/quotation/a_book_of_verses_underneath_the_bough-a_jug_of/158911.html

[skib]

This morning the mornings awoke--
up again with their tangerine suns they’re here.
Suddenly the summer’s in my bones--
a tint of red, a hint of gold
the days of mangoes and punctuated green






I really liked the images this stanza concocted in my brain!

[a_little_wisp]

Oooo! I'm thirsty and I'm starving for that awakening, symphony! What a way to describe the way summer creeps under our skins and melts winter away and all of our iced-over writer's blocks! Really, this truly tingles the tastebuds - and is an absolute brain daquiri. MMmmm

[Stargazer86]

mmm lovely. Reading your poem feels just like summer morning

[Virgil]

Very pretty Symph. Such lush lines. :) I'm a little a little confused with the syntax at the end of this:

[B]This morning the mornings awoke--
up again with their tangerine suns they’re here.



Suddenly the summer’s in my bones--
a tint of red, a hint of gold
the days of mangoes and punctuated green


the smell of flowers through metal labyrinths
the summer of minds and juice-a-holic tongues.
This morning the poetry returned
for you touched the brim with salt and said
it makes a Turkish swig.
What a lovely ending. I have no idea what a Turkish swig is but it opens my imagination to the exotic. "juice-a-holic tongues" :D How inventive. Glad to see you back to writing. :)

[ampoule]

ditto
ditto
ditto
ditto wispy especially
ditto
ditto

I'll add I like 'punctuated green' also.

[symphony]

Thankee, all! :D



I'm a little a little confused with the syntax at the end of this:


up again with their tangerine suns they (the mornings) are here.