AN ENTERTAINING SUMMER – DAY #21: SUMMER LOVE
Sorry for the late start. Monitoring a family member who was in an accident last night and the evening got away from me!
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The temperatures aren’t the only thing that can heat up in the summer! Romance can blossom. Walks in the summer rain, or along the shore… moonlight strolls could all be the beginning of a beautiful romance.
The film Summer Love provided the nudge for today.
Summer Love
Synopsis: John Saxon and his rock ‘n roll combo getting a month-long summer gig at a co-ed camp in Lake Tahoe; he has reluctant eyes for the wealthy lass whose family owns a house nearby, but a visit from his steady girlfriend–not to mention the burden of babysitting his younger brother and sister–may scuttle any hopes for a summer romance. Also featured in this is Poet Rod McKuen.
We’re looking for a love poem today. Love is for all seasons, so we won’t fault you for going there, but if you have a summer love in you, by all means, write it!
I hope all will be well with your family member, Walt.
OUR SUMMER ANNIVERSARY
A pair in marriage must be best of friends;
must live to share, that each to each might be
the one who knows each joy and tragedy;
must bear a sacred trust that never ends.
Enduring every trial, each presence wends
about the other, vine entwining tree,
and each supports the other utterly,
and salves through heat and dust, and ever mends.
And so we two have done: have grown as one
throughout the summers of the passing years;
have left a spot of glowing in each place
where we have trod, as though the noonday sun
were part of us. Through times of hopes and fears
we have endured with laughs, and love, and grace.
NB: This looks to be a busy day here; I apologize in advance for not participating much today.
perfectly beautiful love poem
this is a real poem, with hint of playing tennis without a net
“have left a spot of glowing in each place
where we have trod, as though the noonday sun
were part of us”
Yes, that is what true love does…embodies and spreads the Light. Beautiful and a very happy Anniversary to you both, William! 🙂
“vine entwining tree” – I love that, and its lovely description of a beautiful marriage.
I SAW YOU, ROSE IN HAND
(An Italian Sonnet)
Each time these eyes of mine in garden green
delighted heart and soul by gifting me
your face, your form, I knew that I would see
a drastic change, and love before unseen
would sprout new wings and life become a dream
come true. I saw you, rose in hand. Conceal
myself? I left the shadows to reveal
intentions bubbling deep within what seems
a heart reborn. This rendezvous at last!
I take your hand in mine. The flowers sigh,
the breezes hold their breath, and time stands still.
We kiss and bid farewell to lonely past.
In garden rich with life, bloom you and I.
Our love no winter cold will ever kill.
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beautiful love, forever blooming
takes a brave man to write a love poem as beautiful as this
Oh, yes…love will do that…”and time stands still.” Great poem, Sal. 🙂
Everything about this poem sings of true love, even the title.
ONE SUMMER NIGHT
‘Tis to this we bough and stand,
wither the morning light comes
or nay, the breath of a new day whispers.
Betwixt the sun’s last ray and the ‘morrow,
we need not borrow futures not yet due,
and you and I will sigh in that breath,
nary a care nor worry, in no hurry
for this treasured moment lasts
but an eye blink and a kiss. One woman,
one man and a lifetime of such bliss
borne in abundant hearts. It starts
on one summer night when dreams
are held close and ne’er slept through.
Together here where the heather embraces
the moor, where we lay in sweet repose,
where it replaces the cacophony of two hearts
beating in time with the sound of one love!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
love this line – “we need not borrow futures yet undue”. Another beauty, Walt
see my comments to Bill and Sal…ditto
“Betwixt the sun’s last ray and the ‘morrow,
we need not borrow futures not yet due,”
These! Lovely love poem, Walt! 🙂 Thank you for the challenge and I hope your family member is okay.
Ah, an eye blink and a kiss. Beauty walks in these words, CH.
S-U-M-M-E-R L-O-V-E
S-weet summer sunsets
U-sher unexpected urgency
M-indful madness
M-agnifies my
E-motional energies
R-enewing rash reasoning
L-asting love lives
O-verwhelming
V-ibrant
E-verlasting
© Earl Parsons
Nice acrostic, Earl. 🙂
Summer heat spurs love
But how long will that love last
Perhaps through winter
what every summer romance hopes for
Love this one, Earl. We all hope for forever.
Summer Love
where did I leave my heart
I’m sure I had it on the beach
lying in the sand
holding your hand
Maybe the waves stole it away
and it will wash up
in some foreign land
for you to find some
other summer
nothing like love and the beach…even lost love
Perfect place for love to be…great image Candy!
Thanks!
What better place to leave a heart? Lovely.
I Don’t Know What Love Is
(to be read while Mickey and Sylvia sing “Love is Strange”)
The ceremony took place
during the hottest part of the year,
and was performed in an office
in the Criminal Justice Building.
I think that was followed by cake.
I seem to remember doing a lot of climbing.
Or clambering.
Whichever, there were rocks and there was steepness,
but no actual mountains
were harmed in the filming
of this marriage.
There were arguements, cats,
Christmas trees. Combinations thereof.
There were step-
children, variously. But they did
survive. All a bit strange,
but that is what it means
to be human.
Now we’re older than dirt,
it’s the hottest part of the year,
and we’re about to buy a house
in the country, across
the road from a zebra-donkey
and a ram with
a scrotum like a grocery bag of melons.
I don’t think we know what we’re doing.
First thing, though, is to build a ramp.
I love the raw honest voice in your poetry, B that and your shocking imagery…love this too:
“no actual mountains
were harmed in the filming
of this marriage.”
Ha! So enjoyed all. 🙂
Thanks, Hannah. and HI!
This was such fun to read, and chuckle.
love takes on many forms indeed. good luck with the neighbors 😉
We had the beach too, Candy, and it was pretty fine.
Things I Love About You
I love your laugh.
It’s like a shot
of really fresh orange juice,
early in the morning.
I love hanging around
on the edges
of your interest
and your curiosity,
I love your honesty
and that
you love
all living things.
I love it when
you eat my cooking,
and only complain
a little bit.
I love your
sense of style.
It lifts me up
from blandness.
I love that
we can be
together for hours
and not talk.
Love truly…sigh…
I love this:
“I love hanging around
on the edges
of your interest
and your curiosity,”
Excellent poem, Daniel. 🙂
Thank you, Hannah. Love you just as much
Must agree with Hannah on her choice of stanza. Sigh.
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Whole-Heart
Seed into whatever kind of kernel you truly are
sprout into the abundance and uniqueness of you
bloom into the fullness of your dreams
and produce every inking and inspiration
then naturally and beautifully transform
into the possibility for more inspired life
gracefully sink into soil of creation…
shall we seek for more meaning
or a better reason
to live and love fully?
Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2016
A true Hannah masterpiece!
At The Neighborhood Pool
Dad was there,
family and friends.
Love swimming
at the pool.
Hold our breath underwater,
moms chat on lounge chairs.
Dads play volleyball,
we put coins in jukebox, dance
to top hits–
only girls.
Time of innocence,
pre-teen years.
(Hope all is well.)
Summer Romance
There’s nothing terribly romantic
about Cheyenne, Wyoming.
No moonlit walks along the beach,
rowboat rides, or violins playing,
But when I looked at you,
I saw the future.
and that was enough.
My apologies, fellow poetic bloomers…”summer” has me in a funk this year and I am struggling. I’ll come back to contribute when/if I can. All the best as you PAD along.
SUMMER LOVE IN MEXICO
In Cancun, the heat is heavy like an element, like lead or aluminium
When you leave an air-conditioned area, it’s like walking into a physical
substance; it feels as if you need to push aside the moisture like curtains
If you’re from a northern clime, as we are, the wet air is oppressive – it’s
all you can do to plod from one area to another – be it your hotel room
to the pool or a restaurant, or to the sea
Fortunately, my love and I managed this change in atmosphere with
good humour and forbearance, if not raging enthusiasm
He – being in much better shape than I – spent more time outside being
active, as well as bringing me ice cream and iced coffees and such
But we both enjoyed venturing to air-conditioned buffets and evening
entertainment; we reminisced about other hot places in our past,
agreeing that this one – this Mexican coastal resort – took the cake – was
even hotter than the Dominican Republic and that island – that had been
quite toasty enough.
A confectioners’ sugar beach, but there are razor-sharp rocks sprinkled
on the bottom of the ocean; a shock for those of us being tossed
ruthlessly by waves that are deceptively rough
Loving to body-surf as a child, I’m always convinced I can still do this crazy
feat now, right up until the first time I try to “catch a wave”
Of course, I wait until I see a huge rolling breaker coming in before
I make a dive for the curl
And naturally, instead of becoming rigid like a board, the curl snatches me
as if I’m a piece of seaweed and rips me out and under, flipping me over and over
until I don’t know which way is up and only know down by the sandpaper scraping
of the ocean floor
It’s exhilarating, terrifying, and funny all at once – oh, and exhausting.
If my love hadn’t been handy to finally haul me up on shore,
I truly think I might have drowned.
In our sub-Arctic room (at least that’s how it feels after hours of sun exposure)
I nurse my surfing wounds and my love nurses me
Years of being on the same page let me know he’s not going to be making fun
of this old surfer wanna-be
Years of being in love make me know that whatever happens,
we’ll be solid, and we’ll also have some good stories to tell.
Beautiful write, Sharon. It truly is about the memories we make together.
Summer Love
Bemused, amused, confused,
Ecstatic, erratic, emphatic
Entranced, danced, romanced
Sighed, cried, denied
Hi crescendoed to goodbye