Sweet Summer
By
sweet summer days in the sun
we were children
playing
laughing
dancing
praying winter would never come
picking blackberries, strawberries
playing ring around the posies
being silly and fun
as birds watched us being nosy
we were the wind
blowing daffodils away
we were needles hiding when
we tossed in the hay
making mud pies out of
red clay dirt cleaning our hands
on our shorts or our shirts
mama and granny calling saying
“supper is done”
shoveling down our meals
so we could say
good bye to the sun
then when stars would fall
and blanket the milky way
we would look upon them
and wish for another day
just like the one ending
with memories and fun
I forever cherish those precious
days in the sweet summer sun
The Secret
By
There is a light in the wood
That falls upon a secret
It guards in virtuous grace
A rendezvous in darkness
Dances the serendipitous
Waltz beneath the moons light
Anatomical tempos compose to
Orchestrate amorous sonatas
Of blissfully lyrical sighs
Musical moans heard deep inside
The wood where there is a light
That falls upon a secret
It guards in virtuous grace
Agree with many of the comments above – would add there is an ethereal quality to the flow of your words that gives one the impression that they are being heard rather than read – which is quite lovely. Beautiful pieces:)
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Oh yes! Both excellent, Laurie! Glad I dropped in. Thanks for sharing these. 🙂
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Two wonderful pieces, Richard. I love the mystery of Halfway Point, and the humor in Geography. I’d like to more of your work.
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The Costume just achieves the perfect mood. Wow!
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Thanks for your kind comments and wonderful support… it means so much to me!
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Very nice pieces Richard. The flow and meter were soothing and the words filled in as texture. Good to see your poems continue to reach ever more appreciative readers.
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I love how your day unfolded and we can hear your thoughts. They dance with the ordinary is extracted with fragments of your emotions. The disconnect and connects all stirred through your view~ Wonderful! Congrats Laurie 😀
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Laurie such a gift you have for visceral images and outstanding prose. Such beautifully layered stanzas, I delight in reading them again and again. Wonderful!
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Laurie, like your repetition in The Costume–“sit and sip and sew” so sublime!
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Great pair, Laurie. This is one aspect of poetry that I have little talent for. I can’t quite seem to get down what it takes to do interpersonal encounters.
You’ve definitely shown marvelous examples of how it’s done well. Thank you.
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Laurie, these are wonderful. I love the ferocity of The Costume, ending with this soothing rhythm:
“I smile, sip my coffee
sit and sip and sew–.” …the demon having been exorcised, for now. 🙂
Also love the double play in the title.
And the tenderness, appreciation in That Look. Wonderful.
Love your work. So happy to see it here.
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Love them both, Laurie, but especially this one. Nice work, as always.
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