The prodigious trumpet's lips rise to the sky .
It was a summer like no other !
Cotton adorned the bride
and the whip had grown weary ...
the shepherd dreamed
of the flock gathered together .
and skies were no longer steely blue,
scarely disturbed by a few clouds
racing towards the green leaves
of the old south ...
The little girl smiled ,
was the war over in this mild season ?
Another dancing naked
to the rhythm of a napalm riff ...
There's sometime tears
on the sun's score ...
Ela's voice drawing me a river ,
Saint-Louis Missouri ,
somewhere along the lazzy mississippi ...
Young Huckelberry don't worry,
under this warm summer rain,
everything's fine !
It was a time like none we'll
ever see again !
Strong arm holding the trumpet
has reached immortality ...
But was it cotton or snow powder ?
White is always so deceptive ,
even in summertime ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 10th, 2025 09:47
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Comments3
A poem of seasons. Within this poem a metaphor as well. Nicely penned
A tribute to 2 giants !
This poem is about how summer is not always about sunshine and lightness. It is also a season of memory, pain, freedom, and illusion. Rich metaphors, musical allusions, and subtle historical references are present here. A wonderful work!
All summed up in this sublime performance !
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