“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer
when they’re happy” — Anton Chekov
SOURCE |
“Rest
is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s
day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across
the sky, is by no means a waste of time.” — John
Lubbock, The Use Of
life
Midweek Motif ~ Summer
Write
a Summer
poem today.
In
cold countries summer is a brief and enjoyable time and in a country like India
it’s endless torture.
Yet
Mother Nature knows well how and with what to fill in summer time. So do our
poets J
Sonnet 18
by
William Shakespeare
Shall
I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Tis The Last Rose Of Summer
by
Thomas Moore
Tis
the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone:
No flower of her kindred,
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone:
No flower of her kindred,
No rose-bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
Summer Stars
by
Carl Sandburg
Bend
low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long-arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
So lazy and hum-strumming.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long-arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
So lazy and hum-strumming.
Please share your
new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community—
(Next week Susan’s Midweek
Motif will be ~ Barter / Trade)
Hi kids, our spring is feeling like summer already. Lovely and warm.......am looking forward to reading about your summers.
ReplyDeleteGood morning, Poets United. It's 11 am here in Philadelphia, and I meant to arrive here at 7--which would be the opening of this prompt in this time zone. Best laid plans.
ReplyDeleteThe joy is I slept! I've been laying awake at night, getting up to read and then dozing over my kindle/book. Today it looks like late evening in the grey of rain, in a springlike weather. Can summer be far behind? I'm certain the insomnia influenced the poem I wrote for this prompt.
Happy Wednesday! May you all be as rested and peaceful as I feel right now!
I forgot to say that Sumana is journeying today "into the lofty Himalayas" and will be off-line through the 8th of May. She left us this BEAUTIFUL prompt to play with.
DeleteTraveling mercies and delights, Sumana!
happy Wednesday to all..hopefully Summer is right around the corner...
ReplyDeleteHappy Wednesday to all. It is drizzling today and grey but...warm! May is almost here. Summer is not far behind.
ReplyDeletePlease remove my link at #10 I was on my phone and it gave me some trouble. I thought I left a comment but now not sure since I don't see it. Have a happy hump day and I'll be around to read soon. Hugs!
ReplyDeleteDone.
DeleteI notice people are reading the wrong poem. #10 is a poem I linked before, please read #11 for the summer prompt. So sorry!
ReplyDeleteSumana thank you for today's prompt. It's hot enough in my part of the world but it will get a lot hotter soon. Hope you're enjoying your season.
ReplyDeleteEvening, Poets! Thanks, Sumana, for the post--and good luck in the Himalayas!!! :) I combined a few prompts in this one! LOL!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the prompt, and hi, everyone! I'll be back to give some feedback tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone, on behalf of Sumana who is in the mighty Himalayas without the internet. This collection of talent has made these days a pleasure.
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