Summer Nostalgia
Our porches are gone
dark, rocking chairs left
empty of daydreamers
and dozers. Nobody cares
about collecting lightning
bugs in jelly jars put up
in June. All the pretty girls
are modeling their latest
iPhone; the cutest boys,
jamming on SoundCloud.
Not even Dad takes time
to claim his squatter's right
to the macrame hammock
that fall's leaves always fill.
The last homerun was before
the ref called "Safe!" Tweets
vying for our attention now
have nothing to do with birds.
© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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6 comments:
sigh...it's true even of a place that has sun all year around (Puerto Rico). We feel the change, too. It's back to school, the beaches empty, all the hope and excitement of summer fades. Lovely poem...it catches the nostalgia of summer perfectly.
Too quickly it passes by.
This farewll to summer surprise me: For us there is another six weeks and summer really just beginning. Having said that: we are already picking up leaves :-)
I like the daubs you have flicked down with your poetic palette knife.
Another really good poem reminding us to disconnect and unwire ourselves to enjoy summer and time together!
"have nothing to do with"
birds what birds? come to mind it is truly sad for young folks to be hooked away from that, I guess, but I do the same too.
Love what you do with line-breaks: the expectation of pre-tech summers at line's end falls into the iphone, etc.
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