Archive for June, 2010

Solstice poem I wrote in 1991, playing with lyrical forms. I noted the length of the day and laziness of summer by having the parted lips of dawn and dusk spread apart by a yawn. Summer is also often the season of youthful sexual awakening, paralleling the ripening of fruit. The original had stricter rhythm, but I stripped cluttering words out to emphasize image.




Dawn and dusk are parted lips

And these are days of yawning

Skies of chalked turquoise,

Wild-willed muddied boys,

Berry-stained girls in sun

Dresses, too full to run.

These days are past playing coy.

Everything is near ripe and

Ripening, ripening!

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