Grace@Everyday Amazing
city bakes in heat
slows river t i d e
as bikers zip
like buzzing b e e s
i lift my head
for cool b r e e z e
'tis rain
of falling p e t a l s
pinking the grass
her last spring d a n c e
under tree, tuck me
minting afternoon's g l a r e-
'tis oasis
of blooming l a v en d e r
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Quadrille hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~ This is a 44 word post with the word BREEZE. We are back to basking under summer heat, whew!
Oh I love how you have pulled those words apart... such heat when all the petals falls... I always wish the bloom could cling a little longer...
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ReplyDeletelike buzzing b e e s" perfect! And the falling petals pinking the grass...I am just a goner when I read lines like this, having such a weakness for cherry blossoms and sakura snow/rain. Like Bjorn, I love how you lengthened some of the words...b e e s....buzzzzz.
LOVE this, especially:
ReplyDelete"pinking the grass
her last spring d a n c e"
And the way your spacing allows the breeze to blow through your words, quite literally.
I love the formatting you've used in this - something I haven't done... y e t !
ReplyDeleteahh.... the oasis of lavendar - a real beauty
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!
ReplyDeleteI love "as bikers zip
like buzzing b e e s"
Lovely poem to recite aloud! <3
Your entire poem is a dance of sights, sounds, smells... and a mix of emotions. Poetry as it should be.
ReplyDeleteWow! Loved that. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
A Graceful dance of a poem, lovely.
ReplyDeleteA Summer's Breeze for
ReplyDeletemE iN July of 2007..
in 100 degree Florida
weather.. a chill.. an
OMeN of what
soon WiLL
come neXt
iN Hell for
Me In 66 months..
i'd rather be RED BURNING
COAL hot than go through
thaT aGaiN.. SMiLEs..
WITH FiEry
ReD eYes
oF RelieF
iN CoLd
icE
PIECE BeForE
Breeze comeS iN
aS iN PAPER HeLL..:)
Pinking the grass... that made me smile!!
ReplyDeleteThe pacing and spacing plays tricks upon this reader-mind. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThe heat does play games with the mind, we had some rain so things are cooling down a bit.
ReplyDeleteThat was beautifully written, Grace, my friend.
ReplyDeleteOh how I love to bike, the sound of bees, a spring rain with a soothing breeze, taking time to sit under a tree with the scent of lavender that comforts me.
Very cool! A wonderful trickle of evocative summer-esque images and metaphors. The lovely light form: perfect.
ReplyDelete"minting afternoon" - I love that phrase. Wonderful poem, Grace.
ReplyDeleteNice! I think I have lots of memories with summer than any other seasons.
ReplyDeleteI love this! A charming poem for the changing seasons. And I find this line really cute: "pinking the grass, her last spring dance..." <3
ReplyDeleteI am not certain in my own mind what is meant by a Quadrille, <<nor whether that is a statement or a question<<nor what kind of punctuation to finish that line with.
ReplyDeleteI do relate and like the poem though and my thought turns to how many of the lavender blossoms i could gather in the heat and turn them into something that would help with the heat created smells of summer's unwashed bodies.
So many wonderful words ---- petals pinking grass -- and that bike!
ReplyDeleteWell done! Love it!
... no summer heat here ... yet ... as only +4C nites and maybe +10C days ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteThe heat sure heats things up, can be tricky and umm sticky lol
ReplyDeletethe spacing in between the letters of the last lines of each stanza caused me to s l o w down my reading of the poem...giving the feel of one of those hot summer days where I feel too sluggish to move...where every little breeze is a blessing. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteAiry as the breeze of which we write, Grace! This presents the scene vividly!
ReplyDeleteOasis of blooming is a gorgeous concept.
ReplyDeletepinking the grass
ReplyDeleteher last spring dance
One often laments the end of greenery when summer heat takes over. Very true, Grace!
Hank
Oh.."pinking the grass"...love that..like spring throwing confetti to welcome summer.
ReplyDeleteI love the scents in this and the gentle kiss of falling petals. My quadrille is late: https://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2016/06/01/but-the-lord-was-not-in-the-violent-wind-dverse-quadrille/
ReplyDeleteLove the contrast of the city and nature. Sounds like a good place to be.
ReplyDeleteThis quadrille dances along nicely.
ReplyDeleteNormally I don't like odd spacing in poetry, but it works beautifully in this. As I read I stretched the words you meant to be stretched.
ReplyDeleteNormally I don't like odd spacing in poetry, but it works beautifully in this. As I read I stretched the words you meant to be stretched.
ReplyDeleteWhat a delight of a poem.
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