Posted by: John Looker | 1 September, 2013

Summer’s End

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Summer’s End

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Summer has a way of raggedly withdrawing
and then returning – like a wavering friend
who gets up to go but stands there, raconteuring,
and then having left comes sneaking back again
all smiles, with something to add, not quite believing
that this is 

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© John Stevens 2013

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  1. Whimsically wonderful

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  2. Once again, and even to a greater degree than in the last poem, the syntactic rhythms tell the story. I’m glad you didn’t try to make the poem tragic! Maybe you, like me, say good-riddance! The poem does suggest you prefer the months to come when few visitors come to call . .

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    • Thank you Tom – it could easily have veered towards melancholy but I really didn’t want that!

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  3. I share your mood, my witty friend,
    And find this delightful, no end….

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  4. you nailed it with this one John! Wonderfully painted 🙂

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  5. Thanks Tom. I hit my thumb a few times though while drafting …

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  6. Good one! 🙂 The friend who pops up every now and then 🙂

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  7. This poem touches the animating principle in my mind, John. That is, soul, in the aesthetical sense.

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    • Thanks for telling me that, Brad. I feel rather humbled.

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  8. This poem, well, it’s

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  9. lovely! completely lovely and just what I needed on a rainy Seattle September day 🙂

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    • That’s a lovely comment to leave here, Sarah; thank you.

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  10. This made me smile John.

    For me I am always glad to see Summer go – by the end of August it has, for me, outstayed its welcome

    David

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    • Thanks David. There’s definitely a cool touch of autumn in the air down here today.

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  11. Just tried to post, and it seems it didn’t work, so here goes again… I love the way this poem leaves you hanging in mid-air, in mid-breath, much like our winter is doing, with unseasonal rain and snow.

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    • Thank you Kalila. I like the comparison you make.

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  12. Enjoyed that, John – clever ending. And it certainly does describe summer here, most years. (Though this year it disappeared suddenly right on the equinox and never made a return. Guess it was ready to

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