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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 29. Tanka for a Summer Day

These are imperfect, I admit. Yet they reflect those lovely August days that epitomize summer. I offer them in tribute to @AC Benus , who inspired them.

Deer dash in darkness

for deep, thorny rose thickets

and brown hares crouch low

in summer grass and clover

at the scuff of my sneakers.

 

The moon’s reflection

dances on riffled shallows,

silver and deep blue

changing to dawn’s lavender,

laughing with me at the day.

 

Dawn’s golden rays shine

on dew flecked emerald wings

stilled for a moment,

but soon to blur in motion

away from my front window.

 

Mist lifts at sunrise,

drifting across fresh mown fields,

it seeps through my soul

in a soundless search for sky,

leaving silvered webs behind.

 

My green zucchini

grow amongst tall spiny stalks,

hiding orange blooms

from squash bugs and striped beetles,

yet found by pollinators.

 

Ripe red tomatoes,

sun warmed, smooth fleshed, ponderous,

heavy in the hand,

promise the taste of August,

like my lover’s tender kiss.

 

The Great Blue Heron

burst from the woods by the creek,

just clearing the bridge;

had I but stretched my hand out,

we might have flown together.

 

High pitched squeaks and squawks,

the whir of wings past my nose,

and avian rage

permeate the evening air

as hummingbirds fight turf wars.

 

Cumulus clouds gleam

pink and purple at sunset,

piled high with necks craned,

to anticipate and watch

the advancing storm with me.

 

Thunder mumbles low,

far away up the valley

where oaks and pines sway;

lightning strikes where glaciers once

ground mountains down into hills.

Leave a comment or a complaint - I am glad to get them all.
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41 minutes ago, Valkyrie said:

These are beautiful, Parker.  A perfect tribute to the end of summer.  I can picture them all clearly.  I particularly like "avian rage" and "piled high with neck craned".  Well done, as always :) 

 

You're so kind with your reading, Val. Hummingbirds always seem so indignant as they get territorial around the feeder. And now they are fleeing for the south. Distant, towering clouds are another summer joy - their colors are often unusual and vivid. I am glad you liked these.

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1 hour ago, northie said:

You know what I think of your hummingbirds.  :lol:  I loved these - so evocative of your summer, perhaps everyone's summer if you are lucky enough to have access to nature unfettered. My favourite? I've just re-read them, trying to decide, and no, I can't single one out. They're all wonderful in their own way.  :yes:

 

You’re so kind to read and comment on these. I could not choose a favorite either. Rather, they represent one favorite sort of day. Thank you for spending it with me. 

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11 minutes ago, Headstall said:

I won't single one out, for there should be no slight on others, but I will say the first one drew me in... at the scuff of my sneakers... put me right there with you. As always, superb observations of nature, my kindred spirit. :)  

 

Thank you, Gary, for walking this summer day in poetry with me. Spooking the deer in the pre dawn light never fails to startle me as much as it does them. Glad you liked these. 

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7 hours ago, CassieQ said:

I wish I was more of a poetry person to give you a really awesome comment, but I am not, so I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed this and how beautiful it is.  I especially like the description of the moons reflection and the tomatoes.

 

Your comment is indeed truly awesome. You made my day. Thank you so much for reading these; the heirloom tomatoes are some of the best treats this time of year has to offer - and the moon on moving water is hypnotic. Again, my thanks. 

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