The roses are flaring their skirts like bells
Red and pink, as sun strikes a heated spell
city park overflows-
Air is humid, our throats thirst for rain
Are hummingbirds near, our ears we strained
bikers, dogs, kites so low-
Here comes the bees flickering golden wings
In a dance or trance, they busily swing
we bask in music show
Bloom to bloom, sated with nectar and dew
Sky spills ribbons - feverish hue of blue
as lake sheens to & fro-
Lake, Ontario, Canada
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Join us for our last OpenLinkNight before we go on a two week summer break (July 1-17). Trying my hand in meter from the prompt of Victoria and also for Walt's Summer Starter. The doors open at 3pm EST.
Thanks for the visit ~
Oh I do love it. So very tender, and that way of using meter is just like a mirage, the undulating air hinting of heat.
ReplyDeleteWhistles!! Gosh, Grace the meter which you have executed here is absolutely breathtaking :D and what a timely poem too.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Lovely and delicate rendering of summer. The rhyme adds so much to this. Roses like bells, sky spills ribbons... wonderful image of the blue sky. This is so sweet as in the sweetness of clean air and flowers - I can smell this wonderful summer in this poem.
ReplyDeleteThere's a lulling, lazy rhythm in this (perhaps because of the meter) - very suitable indeed for summer days.
ReplyDeleteI love, love, love this! I especially like your description of the roses in the first stanza. I have some white ones, too, that flare their skirts revealing little pink dots down inside. :)
ReplyDeleteI love the opening line... :)
ReplyDeleteThe entire poem is gorgeous!
I love this poem for its gentility. And I love the monorhyme embedded within the poem adding subtext. Great construction, Grace!
ReplyDeleteI was taken in by this warm and dreamy mirage...lovely photo too.
ReplyDeleteYou had me with the first line! Enchanting to think of roses flaring their skirts! :)
ReplyDeleteSo delightful When I first began reading, I thought it was going to be a quote from some famous poet...well, it is!
ReplyDeleteI love those flirts in skirts against a "feverish hue of blue."
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry, Grace!
ReplyDeleteLovely images of a beautiful summer day! :) Very relaxing.
ReplyDeleteYou made summer come alive, lovely images
ReplyDeleteo my god!...so beautiful Grace and what lovely end words, like echo poem...
ReplyDeleteBoth poems contained under the title are truly very, very good Grace. Though for meter (pacing) I liked the outside on best.
ReplyDeleteFor me, one thing that helps establish a rhythm or pace within a metric has been line length, approximate use of the same number of syllables.
But then as you know--I simply look more to content than finesse. But if I had your skill at the imagery of beauty and tranquility, my own poems may just be more lyrical.
I Like this two for one A LOT!
Beautiful, Grace. I'm happy it's hot enough for for mirages! Have a fantastic weekend and thank you for sharing your talent.
ReplyDeleteLove the image of the roses flaring their skirts like bells (as belles would also work).
ReplyDeleteThe bees sure are working hard as summer comes to every yard
ReplyDeleteI think my entry was inspired by this, except differently done. The visuals of the poem tells the mirage aspect. Really wonderful.
ReplyDeleteOh Grace, this is stunning. I love those opening lines:
ReplyDelete'The roses are flaring their skirts like bells
Red and pink, as sun strikes a heated spell'.
I also think the way you have interspersed the human activities very briefly in between the natural ones is so well done. And what a gorgeous line:
'Sky spills ribbons - feverish hue of blue'!
Lovely work, Grace. I like the images and the rhythm, and also the counterpoint provided by the verses after each couplet. :-)
ReplyDelete~Imelda
Your perfect metre and rhyme make this piece intricate like lace.
ReplyDeleteI love the roses' skirts. :)
Quite a wonderful ode to the summer season <3
ReplyDeletebesides the wonderful artistic expression of your experience in this piece, you exacerbate the loveliness by how you used meter in in a form left independent from convention. gracias, lovely
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Mirages of a Summer day gives me pause to remember.
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