Summer

[Delta40]

(Dammit! I lost a posted poem....)



Tall, unkempt grass
swaying, rippling
in the winter breeze.
We shake out blankets
Like butterflies from their cocoons
to release spring into the air
and tufts of ginger cat hair.
The washing dries on the line
where willy wagtails compete on a tightrope.
Peaches flower into existence
as bees buzz their daily toil.
On the back stoop
the debris of Winter
cakes like hardened cement
as Summer arrives to crack it apart
in the drought.

[Hawkman]

I really enjoyed this, Delta. I loved the idea of shaking spring into the air from blankets covered in cat hair. I suppose the seasons must be on the turn down under now. Soon be time for shrimp and barbies and surfers fishing for sharks using themselves as bait. Then there'll be the wildfires and dust storms to look forward to.

Great imagery and good pace. What poem did you lose? Hope you find it again.

Live and be well - H

[Delta40]

lol. This one! The first version was better....

We call 'em prawns here btw (Curse Paul Hogan)

[Hawkman]

You know, I thought it was prawns, but I remembered there was some dissension over which word to use and I plumped for the wrong one it seems :D Promise I won't get it wrong again - lol.

[Delta40]

After the explosion, they wind
in curling lines downstairs
as if they were the current
of an trickling brook.
Yet torrential destruction
races past leather shoes and high heels.
They dance and duck beneath electrical cords
that hiss and coil like angry cobras,
robbing them of humanity's spark.
Clouds of toxic smoke choke
those who frantically pursue freedom
at a snails pace.
Who outside would know how they came
to a deadly standstill?
Separated floor by floor
Found then lost.
Keep moving!
Don't panic!
The constant threat that
someone might spill over
and drown everyone in fear
increases like a thickening soup.
Yesterdays reports, the weekly statistics
can't free those trapped behind jammed doors
Buckled floors rumble.
Moaning, singing, calm, spiral upwards.
Baloney sandwiches and salads
sizzle and wilt in the heat
as slow moving feet head towards
the light, any light that can be found.

[MystyrMystyry]

Sorry I'm late to the party - had to have a fast break for breakfast

I like this as Summer it is aslowly acumin in.

This image:


On the back stoop
the debris of Winter
cakes like hardened cement

got to me for some reason (even though I know not what a stoop is really - I mean I can't recall actually ever seeing one), it created a good contrast with the light hearted airiness of the warmer months (before they become oppressive)

Full marks!


[Was the first iteration on the same theme?]

(EDIT: did you just add the first one? That's extremely good too)

[Delta40]

I'm concussed. On Saturday i was writing a poem when I smashed my head on the desk during a seizure and i haven't been the same since!!!

[MystyrMystyry]

Ouch! :(