In mid-July
the heat reverberates
makes the thought of comfort
dull
my footprints trail
the thick blades
of St. Augustine grass
the smell of
Confederate Jasmine
heady and heavy
Around the porch corner
I’ll meet your memory
framed by spilling trumpet vines
caressing the painful ecstasy
of slow loss
These summer paths
the trajectory of earth
on its methodical orbit
thrumming away the years
murmuring the secrets
of a love lost
in the heat of evening time
Swelter permeates
the screen porch
alone in the quiet heat
I sift through
the shed blossoms
jewels tossed
from the Pink Frost crape myrtle
and the melancholy cast
from your last glance
as you headed down
the porch steps
into an evening
swallowed by
the waning moon
Love this LT, Moody Blues too!
Hello Holly! Thank you so much. Moody Blues are totally awesome!
Good description of the July heat sweetened by the sight and smell of trumpet vines, crape myrtle, jasmine and remembered love. Well done!
Thanks, Jo. I hope you are staying cool in this Texas heat! π
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Thank you, John.
You are welcome, Lana.
Love the sensual quality of this piece, the jeweled colors, the melancholy quiet, the scent of jasmine, the feel of the sweltering heat and the sturdy grass under your feet. My favorite lines were these: “Iβll meet your memory / framed by spilling trumpet vines / caressing the painful ecstasy (nice oxymoron!) / of slow loss.” The very picture of how someone dear slips away, bit by bit. I can relate. Thanks, Lana, this is beautiful. π
That is exactly it, Joan. Thank you so much. You are truly a poetic soul.
Just lovely!
Thanks so much, Jennie. I hope you are enjoying a lovely summer.
You are welcome, and the summer is lovely. π
Beautiful writing, Lana. Nice piece of music too. Have a lovely weekend! π
Thanks so much, Iris. It is terribly hot now where I live, so I’m having most of my fun inside, haha. I hope you are having some nice, creative days! xx
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This is wonderful, Lana, though melancholy. I think we all reach a certain age where a scent or sound or vision transports us back to another time. I love the lines: Around the porch corner / Iβll meet your memory. That’s it exactly.
Thank you, Diana. Yes, a bit melancholy and wistful for sure. π
I’m with Diana on the melancholy of this thought provoking and reflective poem Lana – words within the words. Great pick for a song too! π xx
Thanks Debby. You know how cheerful I can be, my nickname should be Sunshine, lol!
Lol ok Sunny girl. π
Iβm reading this in the βheatβ of California (we complain about anything not 70 degrees) but this sounds so idyllic and nice. Makes me wish I had a nice porch and a pitcher of lemonade.
I love that California weather. It was 110 in my town today, whew! Thanks so much.
So much drama! Old seventies romantic that I am, I love the Moody Blues Stuff. Thinking is the ONLY way to travel!
Give me the Moody Blues any day, and a fully charged Ipod for travel!
Oh, in case you think…I love the poem, too!
Thanks so much, Frederick. I appreciate your gracious comment!
Wistful and beautiful, Lana! A combination that never fails to fascinate. July was an incredibly hot month this year, what with the heatwave in Europe. I spent it complaining and gasping for fresh air, totally not the things one would write about – lol! π
I know all about those sweltering Julys, sigh. We made it though, Sarah. Now time to breathe in the new air of crisp fall!