Thorny Poetry - 22. Summer Night

This is beautiful on several levels. You describe a marvelous summer night, and you are alive to everything in it. At the same time, your observation but i know it isn’t forever can let the reader pivot to metaphor. The night is the absence of the beloved, perhaps - and what then is the silence? You’ll have me thinking for a while... 

12 minutes ago, Parker Owens said:

This is beautiful on several levels. You describe a marvelous summer night, and you are alive to everything in it. At the same time, your observation but i know it isn’t forever can let the reader pivot to metaphor. The night is the absence of the beloved, perhaps - and what then is the silence? You’ll have me thinking for a while... 

Thank you, Parker. It’s got me thinking too, really. I think there’s more to this poem than I thought there was when I wrote it years ago... Isn’t that strange?

5 hours ago, Thorn Wilde said:

Thank you, Parker. It’s got me thinking too, really. I think there’s more to this poem than I thought there was when I wrote it years ago... Isn’t that strange?

I’m not sure it’s so strange. It is funny how things I wrote years ago speak differently to me now. 

This is a strong piece. An ode to the tranquility and beauty of nature with a tinge of melancholy over the fleeting-ness of it, mirrored within ourselves.

4 minutes ago, MacGreg said:

This is a strong piece. An ode to the tranquility and beauty of nature with a tinge of melancholy over the fleeting-ness of it, mirrored within ourselves.

Thank you, Mac. I'm glad you liked it. 

This poem glisten as bright as the summer night in the far north.  The loving connection is pulsating in the lines and still there is quietness and comfort radiating. Great.

3 hours ago, Lyssa said:

This poem glisten as bright as the summer night in the far north.  The loving connection is pulsating in the lines and still there is quietness and comfort radiating. Great.

Thank you, Lyssa. I'm very happy you liked it.