Warmth
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Patient skies filled with splintered clouds,
each sewn into the blue expanse like organic lines of art;
they lay watch over sandalwood beaches and gossamer waves.
Rays of sunshine stretch,
extending yellow-ocher fingers as if to touch the earth below.
Without a doubt, Summer is here.
It's in each azure wave that crashes carefully onto sandy shores,
in each bite of beach salt water steals,
swallowing footprints and caressing sandcastles.
The Prince of seasons reigns,
triumphed only by its child of volatility
spawned from warm colors and frigid winds.
However, the coronation is yet to come,
laying dormant within warmth's castle,
comparing the waves to Summer's heartbeat—
gracefully smooth.
This heartbeat perseveres,
up until its final moments,
leaving behind willing leaves and
distant memories;
the beaches lay solemnly bare,
deprived of waves and children's footprints.
Summer is the subject of this vignette which is the 4th on in this series, and the 4th vignette I've ever done. I will say I enjoy doing this kind of writing, though I'm not really sure as to whether I'm suited for it or not: the quality of these is bugging me. I can never look at my own work and say whether or not it is good overall. I guess that just goes to show that you're your own worst critic.
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Vignettes in this series:
Autumn:[link]
Winter:[link]
Spring:[link]
Summer:Here
Final:[link]
When do you not have beautiful imagery? That is the question of life right now.
Again, I loved the poem.
"Rays of sunshine stretch, / Extending yellow-ocher fingers as if to touch the earth below. / Without a doubt, / Summer is here."
A powerful set of lines, and they really did remind me of Summer's warmth-- the title described it perfectly.
Throughout the whole poem I thought you used the perfect symbols of the season: beaches, sandcastles, ocean waves... I really liked the picture you created. I wish I could hop into it.
The poem, in my opinion, was amazing, but then your ending! It made it that much more enjoyable for me to read.
You start out with depictions of Summer, and then end with Summer's absence. I loved it: a perfect ending.
"The beaches lay solemnly bare, / Deprived of waves and children's footprints."
I can never get enough of your poetry...
