When clouds all clot the sky at dawn
and gag the gleaming glow.
When misty morning feels forlorn
and torrid tide is low.
When seagulls that did sail and soar
loquacious, loud and lewd
are stifled on the solemn shore,
so savagely subdued.
When sounding sea along the beach
retreats and will not roar
and waves all whimper, out of reach
‘neath deep, dank ocean floor.
Look up and see the sun; she streams!
Our day star’s breaking through.
For summer in this land of dreams
will make the world brand-new!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 1st, 2021 10:09
- Comment from author about the poem: dreams of summer
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Good write Kevin.
So very true Kevin, the sun will always light our way.
Andy
Poetry - exemplifying: quintessential, understated British - brilliance!
(thank you for sharing your source of inspirational happiness, dear poet
and for inspiring my own, feeble scribbled reply):
'I'm so grateful to have been welcomed
into this 'oh so private' - miracle, we've titled
our beloved, blighty
and ain't nowhere in the world
like a foreigner - made to feel, at home
than in our beautiful, British isles
where the 'Vast Majority' - still, stubbornly choose
to nurture their hereditary pride
for those simple treasured gifts, in life
trusting in those subtle, picturesque scenes
of a freshly-pulled pints, enticingly sweating glass
as light-hearted, meaningful warmth - exudes
from beaming, grateful smiles
shared knowingly
between those fated: handful few, in our lives...'
Thank you LB. I liked your, 'beautiful British Isles.' response. Hardly feeble. Eloquent, with a lovely flow, is a better description.
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