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| Sweet Summer, 1912, John William Waterhouse |
roots that
grow from within you
seem to
hold a familiar tone
as if I've
heard it once before
the warmth
slowly spreads
like a
gentle summer breeze
colouring
the cheeks
verses
unwritten linger on my lips
in the
garden where I speak
of my
suffering to the roses
it's fire
and smoke they sense
wrapped in
the sweet summer air
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Written for the mag #225.
Always adored the paintings by Waterhouse.
Dear Natasa, entirely captivating - can't believe I'm the first to comment on this and what a finish:
ReplyDelete"in the garden where I speak
of my suffering to the roses
it's fire and smoke they sense
wrapped in the sweet summer air" Tenderly perfect... With Best Wishes Scott
Sweet Summer is right. Beautiful images you've created here with your words. "verses unwritten linger on my lips" - love it!
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Beautiful expression Natasa! Yes, often times one just cannot verbalize one's intentions.
Hank
I like speaking of suffering to the roses.
ReplyDeleteThat ending is beautiful... fire and smoke wrapped in summer air. The personal ground you touch upon and the inclusion of the nature around brings forth a poetic feel of artistic aspiration to your words.
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a wonderful interpretation of the painting..of course she has to speak in verses...beautifully done...nice to see you again Natasa :)
ReplyDeleteAhhh...the summertime. So many imagery to write about. Sighs.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the languid rhythm of your poem which just befits the warmth of summer. "it's fire and smoke they sense / wrapped in the sweet summer air" - I too love these lines, packed with eeriness and mystery.
ReplyDeleteThis poem seems to have a bitter-sweet tone...combining the spreading warmth with the speaking of suffering to the roses. But, ah, the ending with the sweet summer air uplifts my spirit.
ReplyDeletereally nice natasa...there is a pull in this...and the elements all place well together....and who better than the roses to tell eh? smiles...the fire element in the end is cool as well...
ReplyDeleteI also like the part that Scott quoted ~ The contrast to the sweet summer is striking, suffering & smoke ~
ReplyDeleteNice talk with roses, I like it!
ReplyDeleteA summery setting for a summer poem. Nice to reflect the season so strongly.
ReplyDeleteI love the speaking of suffering to the roses.....and the fire and smoke of the sweet summer air. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteOh this is gorgeous!! Just gorgeous! I am coming out of a dry spell born of lots of work--so I am working on the Liebster Award--hope all is well with you!
ReplyDeleteIt feels soft to me.
ReplyDeleteVery nice Natasa...just lovely!
ReplyDeleteHave to wonder how much those roses hear and from how many lips. Beautifully penned,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
What a beautiful poems... speaking of suffering to roses... gives sucha heartache to the poem!!
ReplyDeleteSweet... Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful picture, which I believe you have captured so well - I especially admire the final 4 lines of this poem - simply stunning work.
ReplyDeleteLike a sacrifice to the gods of the garden, the summer time and the writer.
ReplyDeleteWow you talk to roses! Do they answer you? What a lovely tribute to Mother Earth this poem is, really with the imagery and the lifting hope of unwritten verses. Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anne! :) yes, they whisper their secrets ;)
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