Summer

summers nights and days again

floating winter thoughts throughout

purging pendulums swing to sing

the time rocks back and forth for me

rocks and rivers sun don high

forty years obscured by sky

nevertheless counting twice

the thoughts of how you and I will die

twisting downward mist again

the summers call is burgeoning 

blister black is bright as day

twenty million fantastic songs to sing 

a path raised spike above the grass

blue paper torn above the neck

a thousand books blown pursed again

stomp feet and and cry and cry and cry

Reviews

[L]

strong write Ben. Good ink

[asdarkeyesclose]

I enjoyed the flow of images and all the emotion of the last line. I also liked the contrast between life and death in the second and third stanzas. Stunning.