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Sunday 29 June 2014

Poem: Sweet Summer

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.

24 comments:

  1. Dear Natasa, entirely captivating - can't believe I'm the first to comment on this and what a finish:
    "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

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  2. 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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  3. it's fire and smoke they sense
    wrapped in the sweet summer air

    Beautiful expression Natasa! Yes, often times one just cannot verbalize one's intentions.

    Hank

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  4. I like speaking of suffering to the roses.

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  5. That 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.
    -HA

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  6. a wonderful interpretation of the painting..of course she has to speak in verses...beautifully done...nice to see you again Natasa :)

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  7. Ahhh...the summertime. So many imagery to write about. Sighs.

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  8. I 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.

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  9. This 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.

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  10. really 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...

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  11. I also like the part that Scott quoted ~ The contrast to the sweet summer is striking, suffering & smoke ~

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  12. Nice talk with roses, I like it!

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  13. A summery setting for a summer poem. Nice to reflect the season so strongly.

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  14. I love the speaking of suffering to the roses.....and the fire and smoke of the sweet summer air. Lovely.

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  15. Oh 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!

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  16. Very nice Natasa...just lovely!

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  17. Have to wonder how much those roses hear and from how many lips. Beautifully penned,

    Elizabeth

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  18. What a beautiful poems... speaking of suffering to roses... gives sucha heartache to the poem!!

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  19. Such a beautiful picture, which I believe you have captured so well - I especially admire the final 4 lines of this poem - simply stunning work.

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  20. Like a sacrifice to the gods of the garden, the summer time and the writer.

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  21. Wow 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.

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    1. Thank you Anne! :) yes, they whisper their secrets ;)

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