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Through lazy afternoons the summers pass
I walk barefooted through the new mowed grass
Grasshoppers gambol underneath my feet
As August moves to its unhurried beat
A hummingbird sips nectar from a flower
Hypnotized, I lose track of the hour
The scent of honeysuckle fills the air
Its sweetness nips my tongue and lingers there
The silken wings of butterflies alight
On fragrant flowers colorful and bright
Once the pace slows down I hear the hush
The summer's torpid tempo can't be rushed
Again I learn that here is the sublime
In this moment, living all the time.
submitted for dVerse Poets Pub, Form For All, Clarian Sonnets
15 comments:
Oh yes! Summer is nearly here! The poem read just like summer feels. Nice...
This really nails the form and also that 'rustic' natural focus of the original creator of it--plus I just like the images a lot, the nipping of the tongue, and the final lines--really nice, lm.
oh nice...just love it...the whole atmoshpere..all the little touches..the grasshoppers and the being hypnotized and losing track of the hour...very nice
Didn't you do well!
So lovely and melodic and full of sounds and smells and tempi. Love it, and naturalistic too. couldn't be more so.
Ahhh...you are still beautiful.......
(and I am still stuck in a the crazy loop of the real world.........)
xo
Oh I love this! What beautiful images. You gave me big smiles with this sweet poem. :)
I just wrote a honeysuckle poem too, so seeing your topic got me all excited.
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One cannot rush the here and now. My time has already passed to fast so I wish for it to slow, maybe to a stop. I know it won't slow to the pace I wish it to or halt, so I breath in deeply so i can absorb as much as I can of the now.
I like the capture of the summer grass and fragrant flowers...I want o linger in this summer time ~
I can definitely feel a connection to your theme here, of living in the moment, of breathing all of the world that is around us, of drinking in the beauty. Wonderfully embroidered within the structure of a Clarian sonnet.
i smelled honeysuckle while i was down in NC today...ah it was awesome...is there any other way than barefoot too? smiles....loved it ma'am
This is absolutely gorgeous, and makes me long for summer.
So not fair to be writing such beautiful poems about summer while I am sitting here freezing. :)
Yeah, honeysuckle. It is so long since I suckled honeysuckle!
Yup. That sounds just like it should be a Seals & Crofts song.
Just need a hook for a chorus!
I think this is beautifully Carian in theme as well as form.
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