This warm summer day that's blazing away
I share with the trees and the flowers.
A cynic might sneer and mock me as queer
composing raw rhymes 'neath the bowers.
But that is alright; I'm feeling contrite;
there's not a bad bone in my body.
Those critics, so cruel, can call me a fool,
and slander my stanzas as shoddy.
This warm summer day, I'm feeling okay.
There's peace in this breeze that is blowing.
And poems that grow, like streams, I let flow;
to where though, there's no way of knowing!
When all’s said and done, this rhyming is fun;
Exuberant?Yes, I’m euphoric!
To lie in the sun, when poem’s all done
is heaven; now that’s metaphoric!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2021 07:37
- Comment from author about the poem: for my poem friends
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Good write Kevin.
Well it was - not today, surely! Somewhat cooler. Hopes of more summery weather though.
That pic is a few years old, but like you say, more summer weather to come, hopefully.😁. Thanks for the comment.
Pay no attention to the critics. They know not the wonders that you see and never will. Great write Kevin. ; )
Thank you AP.
Good and true words Kevin, those words can come from many idylls.
Andy
Many thanks Andy.
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