Brief Thoughts on Summer Days

Quiet canyons and the call of
High, black birds seem to rest
On the backs of cool, silent
Rivers

That I see flowing off in
Dreams and smells of fresh
Lilacs that bloom by
Streams

Running down the red rock
Walls. These the places and
Scenes of a summer time by
Creeks

That call us to come
To paintings found in corners
Of caves. The new flowers we
Cannot, quite, find.

13 thoughts on “Brief Thoughts on Summer Days

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) June 9, 2016 / 8:21 pm

    I do love the thought of songs of creeks… I hope to be able to sleep by creeks during summer… I really hope that.

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  2. Sanaa Rizvi June 9, 2016 / 10:12 pm

    That I see flowing off in
    Dreams and smells of fresh
    Lilacs that bloom by
    Streams

    This is lovely!! 😀

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  3. Victoria C. Slotto June 9, 2016 / 11:10 pm

    I really liked how you tied these thoughts–that I assumed to be random–into a nice tight package, using water to create a continuum, and then the juxtaposition of the last stanza.

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  4. Truedessa June 10, 2016 / 12:26 am

    smells of fresh
    Lilacs that bloom by
    Streams

    they do have a heavenly aroma – sort of intoxicating..

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  5. Grace June 10, 2016 / 1:04 am

    I specially love the ending:

    That call us to come
    To paintings found in corners
    Of caves. The new flowers we
    Cannot, quite, find.

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  6. Anna June 10, 2016 / 1:15 am

    This poem has ignited my wanderlust. It’s evocative, with a lovely ending.

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  7. hypercryptical June 10, 2016 / 8:26 pm

    Beautiful words with a wondrous last line. I am in heaven!
    Anna :o]

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  8. lillian June 11, 2016 / 12:43 pm

    Love the “form” you’ve used here — if I may call it a form? The last word of each stanza, a water word/body that flows into the next stanza — making the entire poem so fluid. Wonderful!

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  9. kanzensakura June 12, 2016 / 12:12 am

    Oh how I enjoy this poem. The way each last word melts into the next stanza, the flowing flowing flowing of it. Just lovely.

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