Summers

Summers

A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

aging out and away on lists
cooked up by smug economists
a jumble of well-ordered delusions
electrified glowing extrusions
stirring dreamy drowsy sighted lake
swirling into a rivering wake
wending among sleepwalking sands
the grit of this waking, inner land

crumbs of salt rain from a bow
"that was from eight years ago..."
old haunts untwined, afterburned
with bloodied knuckle tangents returned
surface adorned in arcane relief
in-fancy, shrugged off from belief
how howled dreamtime remits
repayment plus interest seemly fits

into a pair of misgiven jeans
sequenced genome's splitting seams
of chaos-machines' dumb-doled misnomers
of fragile flowers' doldrum midsummers
spinning silver tales of springs unseen
and of summers' winters yet undreamed
yarns unraveled, implanted to grow
into new life asking, "how does it go...?"

should a petal floating find its way
a silence song for sanguine skies
to rest on gulfing gaze of languid bays
and in heathy heart eternal lies.

© 2019 Ripped Denim 💜


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Added on March 30, 2019
Last Updated on March 30, 2019
Tags: poems, poetry, summer, winter, spring

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Ripped Denim 💜
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