Summer comes
on breaths of
scent drenched air.
Blossoms,
beaches,
and vibrant beauty
enticing an
inhaled happiness,
beckoning the season of
freedom.
Today, I was procrastinating the task of sitting down to finish my high interest low vocabulary novella that has been hovering over my head for something like 5 years.
How do I procrastinate? Well, today it was by transposing some of the tunes I have memorized in the key of C, into the key of G so I can play them on my little double strung Brittany harp.
You’ll be happy to know that I *did* actually sit down at the computer eventually, and a couple of hours later, I *did* finish the ubiquitous novella called #8 (aka Number Eight) this afternoon.
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*C*e*l*e*b*r*a*t*e*
*w*i*t*h*
*m*e*!*
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Now onto the revisions. (Between the harping sessions, of course). 😉
Skies bluer than sapphires
Sun glowing, turned the world into High Definition.
Birds calling, trilling, chirping, clicking, singing
Swooping, sailing on a sky sea
Warm breeze a caress,
blowing sultry scents into nostrils.
Barbeque sauce tangoing on the tongue.
With friends, in fellowship,
we celebrate service above ourselves.
There is a lot to be thankful for in June.
.
June is Rotary Fellowships month. Fellowships are Rotarians who share a passion, like chess, travel, puzzles, etc.
That indelicate,
audacious hat
is either affectation
or jaunty celebration.
No one wears hats
as giddy as that
without expection
of societal reprobation.
Folks bristle at
such frivolous hats,
set in bold flirtation
against societal fixation.
It’s true. But THAT
astonishing, stupedous hat,
deserves an ovation,
from the entire nation.
Yes,
you said,
We will.
Yes,
you said,
I will.
Yes,
you said,
We should.
Yes,
you said,
I could.
Yes,
you said,
We would.
Yes,
you said,
I do.
The Famous Poet
said we should
only
write poetry
to bring about
Change in the World.
I think
poetry should
capture moments
weave magic
record visions,
because poetry
should reflect
change in us.