a magic

artwork by sergey lutsenko

summer had shaken fists full of salt air at us

since school let out

every night the sun sort of slid under the horizon 

like an egg sliding off a plate

except there was no mess

there was only our own brand of perfection

spiced with a bit of confusion

and let's face it

there was a splendiferous harmony to it

or so it seemed

maybe it was all a pyramid scheme of emotion

yet after more sunrises and sunsets

than i can even count

there's still something there

something that isn't a remnant of anything really

just something pretty damn close to perfection 

and totally new

yes, a magic that lives in the summer sun

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like the "egg sliding off a plate" idea...back then we did have our own brand of perfection and lots of confusion...
as we age the sunsets take on different meanings...more meaning...and we realize the perfection that for so long we never did notice.
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh yes, plenty of confusion. Thanks so much for the review, Jacob. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

mmmmmm especially like the first verse ... spending summer at the beach ... tho i never did, i can so easily conjure up the whole story ... really like the shaken fists and the egg ;) move my heart to wistful romance ... and a younger year ... unique perspective in closing .. one i would not expect ... tho the same ... all brand new .. a very special magic to it Lydia ..

[Lydia Shutter]

Good Morning E! Thank you so much for the lovely review. Summers at the beach were very special and I am happy I spent probably 15 summers doing just that. Wish I could conjure them all back. Have a wonderful Sunday! Thanks for the visit. Lydi**

[Einstein Noodle]

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[Richard🖌]

Ahhh!
That we could package-up all our romantic memories, label them and open as moments of need and passion arise … that would be a magic of sorts, but not nearly as creatively lovely and expressed as you have by virtue of this captivating Free Verse piece, so beautifully rendered for our own pleasures.
With a sprinkle of whimsy, satire, mystical sentimentality, sweet emotion, and imagination, all blended into the warmth of Sun's enthrallingly sensational tingle.
Love your poetic-license in splendiferous, the fun humor of no mess of an egg sliding off a plate, and the kind of perfect imagery and emotion only the youth of Summer could construe.

Metaphorically brilliant, Lydi, as-well-as, appealing to my yesteryear's days of magic in the sun … thank you ever-so happily! ⁓ Richard 🍃

[Lydia Shutter]

Such a lovely review, Richard. Thank you so much. Lydi**

[Richard🖌]

I am proud to be one of your lucky reviewers, Lydi. : )

[LitStar]

a rapture of metaphor simile and emotion

enjoyed this

[Lydia Shutter]

Thanks for the visit. Lydi*

[h d e rushin]

There hasn't been very much sun this year in the Midwest Lydia. Just rain, flooded crops, flooded basements and misery. But the sun, when it does come out, has a way of giving off this eternal hope that things are healing. Crops are drying out. Wet furniture is placed on the curb and misery is only temporary. "A magic", instead of just "magic" forces all the objects in this poem to one side of the room. It makes the medicine of this poem a singular, personal antidote to a grander, although personified, more rhetorical thing. (an apostrophe). Just wonderful.
I know you love to write love poetry, because this one perpetuates such sacraments in a sly kind of way...beautiful/ dana

[Lydia Shutter]

Yea, guilty as charged, Dana. There is always a romantic thread in my writing....I guess I look for romance in life just as I look for the sun. I wish I could bottle up some of our sunshine and send it your way. Thank you so much for the lovely review, Dana. Lydi**

[Kelly Scheppers]

When we're young, summer holds a kind of magic for us. It's a two month hiatus from school, and unlimited access to the beach. Living here in California, it becomes a second nature having your toes in the sand, but there's such a majestic view in the extraordinary hues of a sunset. It's quite the rush - splendiferous, at best. Your imagery is always picture perfect - therein lies the magic!

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you, Kelly. Always happy to see you on my page. Lydi**

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

There is no season quite like the summer... the energy is just vibrant! This had me from line one! Fantastic write.

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you, Travis. Lydi**

[Desert Knave]

" ... just something pretty damn close to perfection and totally new.". I like that line so much. For me it has always been fall that makes me feel this way. Very "visual" poem that I really enjoyed. ~Jim

[Lydia Shutter]

Always happy to see you on my page, Jim. Thanks so much. Lydi**

[Robert Trakofler]

what a lovely word splendiferous:) I feel from these lines a freshness in the sublime we miss all to often. a comparison to the freshness of youth looking at everything in a wonderment of first experiences and then returning to it again in maturity as we look upon the graces in a new light of appreciation all over again. Did that make sense? well that's what the bunny felt from these lines:)

[Lydia Shutter]

You felt exactly what I meant by the words, my friend. Thank you so much for this lovely review. Lydi**

[barleygirl]

This is EXACTLY the nostalgia that comes over me at the start of summer! I'm transported back to my youth, growing up by the lake, all the nonsense & vanity & flirtations among outdoor adventures. You captured the sensations that I float away on perfectly! The opening line is the best word crafting I've read in weeks. Your sizzling "s" alliteration carries on like a jet contrail across the sky. Your poem launches my mood into orbit (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Lydia Shutter]

Margie, I am so pleased you were able to identify with my reminiscing. Thank you so much. You made my day! Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

It seems the sunsets are wider and encompass more colors than ever
before... shades of lavender and layers of persimmon sprinkled with
sugar and cinnamon. A large orange pumpkin slipping into a world of
different time zones when morning sun will rise like lemon meringue pie
in the sky. It rained all night with thunderstorms and morning skies were
laced with grey clouds... then by afternoon the sun was beating down on
sands of time where teenagers chase waves upon the shore of dreams.
Your poetry leaves footprints in my heart of memories. truly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

A lemon meringue pie in the sky....love that line, Pat. You should use it in a poem! Summer is a special time of year, that's for sure. Glad you could identify with my words. Thanks so much for the review, my friend. Lydi**

[Lydia Shutter]

By the way, I love that new icon you are using. Such an elegant old fashioned lady!