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Thorny Poetry - 22. Summer Night

A little something I wrote a long time ago, on a summer night not too far south of the Arctic Circle, in a place where the sun only just sets and it never gets truly dark.

the wind is blowing through the trees

and the sky is bright red in the north, north-east

the summer moon is just half full

but it’s shining more brightly than ever

 

the birds have all gone to sleep long ago

and the night is so bright and i love this so

the still and calm just before the dawn

as the summer seems to last forever

 

but i know that it isn’t forever

 

and that’s all right with me

because you, my love, are not here right now

but i will see you soon

and until i do i will think of you

watch the night pass into day

if i don’t fall asleep first

 

somewhere i think i heard a frog leap

only creature awake, everyone’s asleep

the doors are closed, not a lamp is lit

and the silence seems to last forever

 

but i know that it isn’t forever

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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... 

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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?

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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. 

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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.

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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. 

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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.

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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. :) 

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