sum//mer

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stretching on the park lawn,
bento box in hand, the air, thick
n’ sweet like syrup & my white
shorts smutched with bike grease,

no single sign of movement in the sky,
it smells of heat and dog piss &

i watch a group of players
as i balance sushi rolls
on wooden chop sticks to my mouth,

earlier, biking the underpass,
i joined a homeless in his song,
blind from sudden darkness
behind shaded glass, i

think of us,
the summer we made love
under the pine trees in an ivy nest out in the woods,
never on the beach though,
lips taste salty

as i lick them
and i wish that grown-up summers
lasted endless,
like the ones in childhood days,

back on my bike, i catch
the distant glance of a young man,
standing by the bakery– it mingles

with the fading city sounds, taste of ginger
on my tongue, & in a way, i think,
we’re all hungry

.

today for poetics, we’re writing summer into words…come and join us when Karin opens the dVerse pub doors at 3pm EST… and don’t forget your sunglasses..smiles

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72 responses to “sum//mer

  1. You have captured a lot of summer in these words, Claudia. Indeed it would be nice if grownup summers stretched as endlessly as the summers of childhood. so much to see and taste in this poem, so many people observed, and I loved the last stanza most of all I agree we are all hungry. Enjoy the rest of your summer.

  2. as i lick them
    and i wish that grown-up summers
    lasted endless,
    like the ones in childhood days,

    How we long for the days gone by, carefree with all its innocence. Great imagery Claudia!

    Hank

  3. you really set the scene nice in this claudia…easy to see and follow…and there are def times i wish the summer of our adulthood would last just like it did as kids….i like a lot of the elements in this as well…the sushi, the memories, making love in the trees…wooohoo..smiles….love that you bring it back to just a guy by a shop….

  4. Yes, very fun poem, Claudia– the bike grease on the shorts immediately brings up a longing for those childhood summers though of course it’s hard to have those and the ivy love nest– yet we do all want it all, plus sushi. I am slow as always but will get there — I mean by 3! K.

  5. Lovely, so lovely and right on, C … wish we could sit side by side … and talk some more … or even be slilent together … Love, cat.

  6. So many different images in this to touch each of the senses. Our summers did seem endless as kids, didn’t they. Making love is such a nice thing to do outdoors, as long as it’s discreet of course..lol
    I love the journey right through to the young man looking at you in the distance.
    Another fabulous capture of all the different spices of life.

  7. Claudia–this is beautiful, and sexy, and wistful, and all things that make poetry sing. Well done, and so you. Love these lines:

    with the fading city sounds, taste of ginger
    on my tongue, & in a way, i think,
    we’re all hungry

  8. yes, yes, we are.

    and this: “and i wish that grown-up summers
    lasted endless,
    like the ones in childhood days,”

    i’ve found myself wishing for just this, all summer this year.

    beautiful.

  9. This is scrumptious, the love the woods and the intimacy inside the nest. Hooray to hungry grown-up summers. Love the feeling of still air with “no single sign of movement in the sky”, just like its polar opposite, I also think of the stillness from the first snow of winter. Lovely piece, Claudia.

  10. bike grease on white shorts; I love it. You really find a way to fill the air with poetic heat, filling our noses with both dog piss and love memories; fine piece; like the lines /biking the underpass/ i joined a homeless in his song/.

  11. I really love that picture… and the poem too of coarse! I certainly miss how summers lasted a lifetime and so many memories were made. The best moments of my life were all during summer.

  12. ‘grown up summers’- love this- this poem is so full of life and living….and salty lips! Stay away from that saltwater that’s for sure….such an awesome take on summer- to me this says, as all the youngsters do here in the UK – YOLO. (you only live once)

  13. there is something….something about summers bygone…when impossible ruled….that beckons each one of us…..lovely write as always claudia…:)

  14. “never on the beach though,
    lips taste salty
    as i lick them” … Great transition, returning from the beach/memory to the sushi/present.

    “in a way, i think,
    we’re all hungry” … Wow. What a heavy, brilliant way to wrap this up … like a sushi roll tight and neat, but packed with all the mysterious goodness the world can possibly contain.

  15. aw . . . So many locations! Past hour, past lover, past childhood, passing the bakery, arriving at a truth–I never imagined this kind of hunger when I was young. I am with you all the way on this one. Thank you, Claudia!

  16. great use of the sensory here Claudia. Love the notion of time, as it relates to it’s passage and the differing lengths experienced by different times in life. Strong piece. Thanks

  17. Nice, Claudia! The line about childhood summers lasting forever really struck a cord with me. I remember the anticipation of the first day with no school, then a couple days later, laying in the grass, saying, “There’s nothing to do.”

  18. Love how you almost make love to the homeless man, in the dark, on the bicycle.

    In the dark, even undesirables are desire, and we all hunger for the unknown and the well remembered past.

  19. Everyone’s Summers are a bit different in perception but you have taken desire mingled with the sights, sounds and smells and given them new life in this post. Wonderful!

  20. Yes, indeed–if only the summers were as long (and as free of responsibility) as a child’s holiday, stretching out forever, or so it seemed. As always, Claudia, you artfully mingle all the senses– touch, smell, taste, memory, everything, to give us a very nice box of takeout of our own.

  21. Yes, I love your little bento box of summer. They don’t last nearly long enough now, do they?
    We all have longings…true. Beautifully done. Thank you.

  22. “and i wish that grown-up summers
    lasted endless,
    like the ones in childhood days…”

    Hi! Claudia…
    Through an open window I smell the fresh air…as I prepare to go out an experience …Now, with that being said, you have captured a feeling Of, thoughts Of and the sadness Of…sum//mer.
    [postscript: By the way, I really like both images…The Bike and…]
    Thank-you,
    deedee 🙂

  23. and i wish that grown-up summers
    lasted endless,
    like the ones in childhood days,

    with the fading city sounds, taste of ginger
    on my tongue, & in a way, i think,
    we’re all hungry’ –
    wonderful Claudia
    and so true how those summers lasted
    and stretched out in endless days of hot sun
    soaking up all the experiences and tastes
    the beach, the fair and my grandad –
    and riding off on my bike adventures,
    with sandwches and orange drink packed –
    such happy days 🙂

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