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June 07 Dante & MeThere shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.
~Celia Thaxter
The summer night is like a perfection of thought. ~Wallace Stevens
In summer, the song sings itself. ~William Carlos Williams
I HATE SUMMER.
I hate the longer days as they steal away the night,
I hate the shore bound traffic which impedes my homebound flight,
I hate the grueling humidity whose close bound friend is heat,
I hate that I must protect myself, bound in clothing head to feet.
I hate it when I sweat for no other reason than just standing still,
I hate it when the slightest movement seems like climbing a great hill,
I hate it at the amusement parks where you stand in line all day,
I hate it going anywhere, as everything seems so far away.
I hate not sleeping because it’s too hot, even with the windows open,
I hate not sleeping because of the noisy air conditioners commotion,
I hate the squeal mosquitoes make and their bites that just forever itch,
I hate that heat makes me lethargic, grumble, whine, and bitch, bitch, bitch.
But
I love that twilight moment when the fireflies take flight,
I love the pre dawn hour when the birds herald in the light,
I love the gentle morning breeze that announces a new day,
I love the dew upon the grass, which sparkles just before it fades away.
I love the smell of fresh cut grass and its feel beneath my feet,
I love the fragrant flowers breath that makes the air around it sweet,
I love the bees that go from bloom to bloom all throughout the day,
I love the way the cicadas song crescendos, and then slowly dies away.
I love it when the clouds grow black and the winds begin to blow,
I love it when the coming storm, collects the sky more as it grows,
I love to hear the thunder off in the distance rolling near,
I love it when the skies alight and the clouds begin to tear.
I love to sit upon the beach and watch waves crash upon the shore,
I love to hear the seagulls screech compete against the ocean’s roar,
I love to look beyond the oceans curve far off and try to see,
I love to wonder of those beyond it, who may be looking back at me.
I love it when at last it comes nigh to the closing of the day,
I love it when both sun and moon, for a brief time come out to play,
I love that fleeting moment when the sun cries out ‘good night’,
I love it when at last, the moon begins its sovereign sweeping flight.
I love it at this reflective time, when I sit outside alone,
And think about those summers past, narrated by crickets drone,
And just like all those fireflies once placed into a jar,
The time will come to let them go, to blend in with the stars.
“Oh, summer; that you can make me suffer and yet I love you so”.
~Mark Alexander Oliver
© 2007 June 05 Oh Words Where Art Thou“Many people hear voices when no-one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.”
~Unknown
“Cats are dangerous companions for writers because cat watching is a near-perfect method of writing avoidance”
~Dan Greenburg
“If there is a special Hell for writers it would be in the forced contemplation of their own works.”
~John Dos Passos
I sit here looking at my screen
And it gawks back at me,
A staring match I can’t hope to win
For me there will be no victory.
My fingers poised upon the keys
They want to bust-a-move,
But the needle on my phonograph
Just can’t seem to find the groove.
My brain is buzzing with new ideas
Of things that I can write,
But mind and hands are out of synch
As my muse has taken flight.
I have a title but not much more
The page a brilliant empty white,
Ten thousand times I’ve saved this void
And I suspect at least a hundred more tonight.
So I will wait until tomorrow
When my mind is new and fresh
The words will flow upon the page
And I’ll be at my best.
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I sit here looking at my screen
And it gawks back at me…
© 2007 June 01 The Crownix : Risen From The Ashes"Difficulties exist to be surmounted"
~Ralph Waldo Emmerson
"December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February".
~Mark Twain
"That which does not kill you, just brings you closer to death"
~Rocas
New Adventures to follow! Just as soon as I put out the smoldering tail feathers. Ouch!!! (While I'm soaking my roasted rump, I think I must do some long neglected visiting around)
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