Three in the morning.
Slouched in a rocking chair.
Feet up on an island stool
With an old muscle shirt and
Boxer shorts on.
Ceiling fan drafting while
Beside a cup of heavily iced water
Sweats upon the window sill;
The window open:
Neither can the crickets
Sleep tonight.
Across the sliver of a road
The neighbor’s house light
Cuts through the humid night.
If tomorrow I had the courage
I would drive down to the southern
Lake and swim this broken
Summer away.
Till then I shut my eyes,
Slouched in the rocking chair,
Praying the humid night might
Drown the neighbor’s house light.
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Good job! You paint a relatable atmosphere with vivid imagery. Although the doubled night/light rhyming is a bit heavy, seeing as it’s the only end-rhyme. All in all however a nice piece.
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I love it. So vivid. So alive. So full of emotion! Do we know each other?
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Of course we know each other! Elim and now Facebook!
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excellent job!
😉
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Great description of a summer evening. I especially like the stanza
“If tomorrow I had the courage
I would drive down to the southern
Lake and swim this broken
Summer away.”
Kudos!
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http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/awards-from-the-blogging-universe/one-lovely-blog-award/
two awards 4 u.
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http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/07/25/thursday-poets-rally-week-25-poetry-awards/
three poetry awards,
plus two general awards,
enjoy!
thanks for the contribution!
😉
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Very vivid! Good job mirroring the sluggishness of a hot, humid summer night in the pacing of the poem.
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deja vu. we had a summer like this. thank god that its gone.
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Thanks everyone!
And thanks, Jingle, for the awards.
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