Summertime



Sunbeams gumdrop pixies true
Affectionatly dancing, gingerly tingles upon my skin
Cotton clouds puff, gentle sweet breezes too
Temptingly chasing, as they merrily join in the with jig

The wildflowers and the lilacs overwhelmingly jealous, take their queue
 Their aromas intoxicating faeries fun makes my head out of control spin
Backward plunges, Ah…pools, pools
Tall, cool, serene, blades of deep green …amid!

The summer comes alive! Gives nature her due
The splendors, the spoils trapped deep within
Skies swirl, swathe fountains of baby blue
I am the willing accomplice never wanting of ends

Jet streaming buzzes of ebonies and yellowish hues
Butterflies flutter, a tip of the hat, a wink and a nod send
Adulations from the meadows and woodland avenues
Songbirds serenade, sing their hearts content

Weaving ribbons that melody around jitterbugs June
Why next July then August can I only visit these friends?
My backyard paradise, where eagles dare to leave so soon
And the imps of mid season, they pack up the smiles, colors and wilds and travel off to the rainbow’s end
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Submitted on April 06, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABAX ABXX ABAC DEDX FCFE
Closest metre Iambic heptameter
Characters 1,060
Words 176
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

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A fortyish native born all American man. Married twice and for the last time. I have four children; Three daughters and one son that are all over the age of eighteen. I also have two grandchildren; one three years old and one nine months old. Inspired by God, tragedy, life's experiences and then a fairy tale love. I never intentionally set out to write poetry, but "She" inspired me. "She" meaning the love of my life. That love is a passion that after thirteen years still grows stronger each and every day. It eventually had to be put into writing. As I wrote poetry to her, she encouraged me to approach other subjects. Doing so brought me to discover that poetry could wash away the bitter tastes of life (suicide, cancer, and divorce) that were still living like demons inside me. So when poetic therapy brought those impish fiends to a stalemate, I began to experiment more. Creating fictional characters and situations within my works. The support of this online community has inspired me even further to continue to hone my writing skills giving the readers the best that I can offer. Thanks to all you out there in Lulu land. more…

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