ON SUMMER NIGHTS LIKE THESE
Seen through dirty window panes
from sandstone floors once swept of dust
beneath thin veils of peeling cloud
the breezes filter through the trees
and whisper indistinctively.
With contiguity of growth
the spectral arms of distant boughs
point far beyond the rutted tracks
long chiselled deep by labouring wheels
on summer nights like these.
And in those far remoter scenes
lie lands where rainbow dreams reside
and lost souls live in calm content
as worries fade in drifting tides
of slumbers reassurance.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My latest creation - a bird table made from off-cuts of wood and some bricks I had in the workshop so didn't cst a penny. Plus my latest poem - hope you like them both.
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Both creations are fine to me Michael.
Andy
Thanks Andy - a serious one long time coming.
And both fine to me too!
How do we know we have had 40 winks? Do we count them while we are dozing? Will Miss Berles allow 41 winks, or is that too many?
What am I talking about? If we dunno what we're on about, how will others know?! lol. The heat's driving me mad - that's my excuse.
Miss B. will now explain to me: 'contiguity'!
What if we only get 30 winks - do we wake up early? Do we wink when asleep? What's this all about? Who is Miss Berles?
She that syllable-checking person. Along with Fido, she makes sure nothing too 'ardourous' or 'exciting' gets on here! lol.
Oh Michael. The image you conjour with these intriguing lines is so powerful - a tale in the telling and here's to another installment perhaps. Great stuff as always. - - and p.s. - I love your unique bird-table arrangement.
I have a verse randomly written which goes well with this - I'll post it tomorrow. Thanks so much for your kind comments which are always so well appreciated.
Michael,
I love them both.
Bravo Maestro!
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Laura🌻
Gee thanks Laura - now it's back to the brush and pen.
My pleasure, Michael.
I always look forward to your ‘brush and pen’.
🌻
I'm with the rest of the gang Michael...
an excellent poem and a very unique bit o sculptin sir...
Neville
Ta N - it does look good in the border even if it's not used by the birds - must get some fat balls!
... take it easy mate, you dont wanna be laid up with the weather like it is... 🙂
I love this weather but I don't feel the heat - am I only one who hasn't started wearing short trousers?
one thing you must avoid at all costs is wearing short trousers, if ya got fat balls that is 🙂
Today i wandered with your words and journeyed along the tracks lit through a hazy dust and enjoyed a relaxation into a fantasy of childlike fairy tale land from afar.
Then somebody knocked my door. Reality can be such a rude awakening. I really enjoyed this piece.
Thanks dusk. Hope you didn't twist your ankle in the ruts
Actually i'm not that happy with the final line - must think about it - suggestions on a postcard please.
How about:
'and reason exercises sense'
or.... 'of slumbers reassurance'
Brilliant - I'll use it in my collection.
Angela here - Good Friday Evening Uncle Mike ! Just catching up on MPS after a hard day in my clinic ! Love the *Table d*Oiseaux* the height is important to stop rodents stealing the Food etc. We have similar on a 5ft Pole which is ideal.. Squirrels & Cats & Rats could possibly scale your support ?
Love the POEM. Nice structure three balanaced *Free verse Quintets*. V 1. The view fom any window is evocative ! V 2. The view not only evokes Nature but also Rustic Human activity. V 3. Living beyond (and before) the here & now ~ AMEN !
A suggested last line as requested in your reply to DA
*FLUID PIXEL RUMINATIONS* That's just Girl Talk !
Brians suggestion is *THE EBB & FLOW OF FANTASIES*
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Angela & Brian & Smokey !
I doubt if mice or rats will make the ascent - we do have the occasional squirrel in the garden but thankfully no cats which are allowed to go feral by their owners (don't get me on the subject of cats) but having said all that it is as much about sculptural form as it is about function so even if it is never visited it still makes a great point of interest.
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I can just visualize multitudes of birds visiting, if only to sing a chorus as you recite these words of yours.
Aw thanks Suresh
Two masterpieces from the master himself. I bet the birds are frequent visitors.
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