Poetry Wednesday/Poetry Pals - Week 29 - A Month of Summer Poetry - a poem a day

Poetry Wednesday meets Poetry Pals. 3 poems that have not had time to stew so are probably not in their final forms, but they are good enough for now.

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Hello my wonderful poetry people,

This week over at

Poetry Pals

we have started a month of daily prompts (given in weekly chunks) looking #poetryinsummer.

So the prompts

Poetry in Summer - Week One (August 4th - 10th)

1. Summer in three lines

2. Lying on the grass

3. Use a lyric from a favourite (summer) song

4. The dog days of summer

5. Summer colour

6. The summer offers some advice…

7. Cruel summer

As you may all know I’ve been a bit word-mired recently and taken to knitting instead for creative output whilst waiting for the words to return from their sojourn. So it was really wonderful to take on these joyous prompts. I have tried to experiment with different forms and styles and to take myself a little bit out of my comfort zone. It’s a work in progress, I like to stick with forms I know work for me, but no progress can be made that way. So I abandoned my tiny creatures, much to their chagrin (in fact I started building a trash pile they were so annoyed with me 🤪) and worded it.

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With this first one I didn’t want to do a haiku, I’ve been trying to tighten up my haiku form and counting syllables is only one aspect of haiku and I wasn’t wanted to be that concise and confined.

Photo by me

3 line summer

Rain tinged warming breezes
Noon abating morning hay-fever
Bountiful blooms crowd gardens.					

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With this second one I wanted to try to step outside my autism influenced forms, by that I mean I’m too literal, ask me to write on a prompt about a daisy and I will write about a daisy. I’ll go into minute detail etc but it will be about a daisy. So here I wanted to go to beyond just a poem about lying on grass. And I’ve realised I tend to shy away from similes and metaphor as I often feel others have used them better than I, so I tried to sneak a couple of similes in.

Photo by Nigel Lo on Unsplash

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A Short Summer Love

stunted leaves tickle rarely exposed skin, 
soft swords harsh cut by a single sharp blade,
this short short grass, remind me of 
the long grasses of then, waving above us, 
uncut, seeding now, drifting fronds 
brushing cirrus clouds, we lie together 
limbs entwined like the vigorous ivy climbing the 
beech trees that shade us as we drink in 
each other like the roots drink up 
the soft rain, soaking in 
love like the hard earth soaks up the 
fleeting summer warmth. 

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And for the third and last of this newsletter (seven would be WAY too many) we had to take a line from a favourite summer song. I had a video in my head before a line and once that happened I couldn’t get it out, blooming ear-worms 🪱, and so had to use it. I tired this time to not go with the summer theme but concentrate more on an aspect of the song line, the camera and how others around it reacted.

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Walking Along in the Sun

I was walking along in the sun
taking pictures of everyone 
saw you turn from the lens
denying recognition to 
the polished glass eye  
of your existence
of your place in this world
a slow intriguing movement
a deliberate snub to those that watch
a declaration of independence

I was walking along in the sun
taking pictures of everyone 
saw you turn from my view
declare your autonomy
and lowered my lens 		

(Line from Walking In the Sun by Travis)	

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Till next time, peeps.

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