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It's Poetry Friday, and Tabatha Yeatts is hosting HERE on her blog, The Opposite of Indifference. She has a special guest that's resulted in a spectacular poetic interview. Don't miss it! Thanks for hosting, Tabatha!
One Summer Day
Bedroom curtains
dance in wisps of summer air.
Callings for unplayed games
send un-tied shoes running out the door.
A watermelon awaits
the midday of summer sweat,
plump and deepest green.
The cut unveils a madness of red.
The first bite is taken
with drips of pink laughter
dribbling down the chin.
The sun circles through the afternoon
of Monopoly and naps.
Supper’s cold cuts cool the palate.
We take our iced tea to the porch,
listen to the locusts sing the day’s elegy,
and the sun leaves the fireflies to do their duty.
Linda Baie ©
Ooh, I especially love those last 6 lines! Happy summer, Linda! xo
ReplyDeleteThanks, Irene. Wishing you the same!
DeleteJust beautiful. You've done a lovely job of capturing a perfect summer day.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a delightful summer! I love that pink laughter dribbling down the chin and the sun circling through the afternoon. Iced tea on the porch is a joy. Thanks, Linda!
ReplyDeleteOh, you have captured summer in this one day. The lines about the watermelon had me smiling and drooling. Beautifully written, summer conveyed in this beauty.
ReplyDeleteYour opening lines are so inviting. Thanks for sharing this perfect summer day.
ReplyDeleteThanks all! Summer time is such a good time to BE! I've been with my granddaughters all day, including lunch & game time & ice cream!
ReplyDeleteLinda, what an absolutely perfect summer day! I somehow hoped you were spending it with your grand girls. Your words make me ready for watermelons: "the madness of red," and "drips of pink laughter." Summer delight!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ramona, amazingly, I spent today's "perfect" summer day with Ingrid & Imogene, first time in a while. They are so busy, growing up, but summer break will help us get together more!
DeleteOh this is the summer day I hope to have soon, time to just be. time for watermelon.
ReplyDeleteYes, it's time! Thanks, Jone!
Deletetook me right back to Pilot Grove summers!
ReplyDeleteAw, it runs in my veins! Glad that you remembered, too! Thanks, Jim!
DeleteWhat a feast of a poem, Linda. It's delicious! I love how each of your beautiful takes on familiar experiences flow into new and beautiful ways of saying equally familiar things. Done well! (And so different to the chill that seems to have found us, at last.)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kat! I did think of you when I posted, wondering how the winter is going! There are wonderful days in that season, too!
DeleteSo many beautiful images! I love the "madness of red" and the "pink laughter." My mouth is watering! And how perfect that the locusts sing "the day's elegy."
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary Lee, our summer heat is back, too, glad that the east has finished with their higher temps!
DeleteLove all your alliterative sounds of summer circling through , and the many flavors of summer scooped up, lovely Linda, enjoy all of summer’s celebrations, thanks!
ReplyDeleteSo many fabulous images, Linda! I especially love the dancing curtains and that madness of red. And the sun circling through Monopoly and naps. So many wonderfully observed moments that call summer to mind--and I don't even love summer!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Michelle and Laura! It was fun to write from all my summer memories!
ReplyDeleteYou mentioned fireflies too this week. I felt like I was right there with you on this day and it sounds like a perfect summer day. Watermelon is a huge favorite at our house! That might have been my favorite part of this poem.
ReplyDeleteDidn't mean to be anonymous - Mandy Robek
DeleteThanks, Mandy. I guess many of us look forward to that first watermelon off the vine!
DeleteOh, Linda, this is lovely and I just love those final lines! I'd love to drop by and enjoy that iced tea with you at the end of the day.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't that be a delight, Karen? Thanks for the possibility anyway!
DeleteLinda, there is so much summer joy in your poem. It evokes memories for me of how we anticipated the first watermelon of the season and all its juicy stickiness. I need to add, too, that flax waving along our trails and bikepaths has become my newest signature joy of summer! I think periwinkle is my favorite color!
ReplyDeleteOh, my, I love reading that you love flax, too! It just seems like summer's invitation when I finally see its blooms. Thanks, Patricia, & yes, periwinkle blue is special!
DeleteThis is just lovely - took me right to summer from my chilly winter reality. I especially liked the last line: 'the sun leaves the fireflies to do their duty'
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sally, after our very hot day today, I think I'd like to borrow a bit of winter from you!
DeleteThis is as it should be on a summer day. I love your last line. "the sun leaves the fireflies to do their duty."
ReplyDeleteThanks, Margaret! Hope you have a nice week ahead!
DeleteI was a city kid, so the idea of sitting on the porch, listening to the crickets and watching the fireflies sounds so magical, like something out of a dream - or a poem!
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