Summer’s Song

So he continued to press on,
always seeking opportunities for growth;
reading the language of the universe.

It was in this state,
whilst driving down the road,
chance brought forth
a beauty to behold.

The seed pods of a wisteria
That climbed an old ash
were swaying in the breeze,
clanging like so many wind chimes.

And like himself,
summer’s song did carry on.

— Rosewood Apothecary, Jun 26, 2022

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Observational piece. Something I saw whilst driving and thinking. iPhone journal stuff. Tim

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S.A., USA

Favorite Poets: Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman. I’m enamored by the work of lyricists such as Robert Hunter, John Barlow, John Dyer Baizley, and Tom Marshall just to name a handful.

Critiques

Candlewitch

3 years 11 months ago

dear Tim,

I love this small piece of sweetness. for some reason unknown, I wanted to read it with an Irish accent. from the start, it tripped along nicely, leading me down the path to a well timed (poetically speaking) ending which I liked best!

And like himself,
summer’s song did carry on.
I visualize your muse sitting on your shoulder, with her ankles crossed, whispering in your ear!

*soft smiles ;) Cat

Simon

3 years 11 months ago

Hi Rosewood

I love this song, truly from the starting of this summer's song to the end I love please keep on the great work

Jackweb

3 years 11 months ago

Hello Rose!

I can feel the high - energy and chill moods.