Tonight Is Dead Summer

Tonight
Is dead summer

Here in my heart

The flower stops from breathing
The feather fades away

The river has gone dim
It's tongue is waning

Madness is coming

From
Across the mountain
Across the sea
Across the days

Your silence --
I hear it loud,
Still

Here in my heart

Tonight
Is dead summer.

Reviews

[gabrielle]

"Tonight is dead summer" strongly worded but it retains the quality of a good poesy. It spoke to me about frustration or being on the edge. Night is the absence of light; dead is the lack of vitality; summer is a time of dryness. To combine these three words in one phrase is lethally brilliant.

[NeiL ArandA]

Summer and Spring is almost always equated with life and Spring as new beginnings. Birds time their mating season during or in between these two seasons for their youngs to have abundance of food and increase their survival chance.

To feel Summer is dead is not about external sources but internal forces that a person is going through. " The flower stops from blooming" might be a good normal line unless the breathing means otherwise . A flower or blooms brings colours and excitements hence life in someones world . The feather is light and blown easily so its prone to drift . I just wonder if it can be stated this way " The feather weighed more than a ton " This adds more depths to what the muse is trying to express or feel unless she is referring to a fleeting and drifting thoughts .

The river is usually sustain by rain and a tongue maybe symbolize someone who has not had any water or drink. Summer is a season where there are less rain and so water basins are prone to recede. The tongue is used to connect with a river so the muse could show her audience the feeling of not having a refreshing drink. Tongue once again is the most sensitive organ that would know and feel the thirst .

The word madness is used. This perhaps implies a strong emotional feeling of desperation instead of losing ones mind or rational thinking. Perhaps the mountains and sea here represents obstacles and trials which may come with any shapes or forms and from anyone.

The muse somehow ended the piece with a conclusion that the worst case that would come out from Summer is dead cold silence. This silence is more deafening than all the busy and excitement noise she hears around her surroundings because she hears it alone inside her heart .

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. Echoing in sadness but with slivers of hope in their wake. The change of seasons fade in our memories but not into oblivion of love and nature. An excellent touching piece...:)...................

[surfingdragoncat]

bringing sadness to fall... must be from down south if it's coming this late. I feel the pain of the summer lover in this. The sadness that the beauty is gone, waiting a whole winter for it to be reborn. Natures way of living forever.

[Pax]

To me, it feels a bit of a winter piece to where all the flowers stop breathing and start sleeping.. like how our stops beating heavily because it is broken, and how it slumbers in slow beating as it heals itself through time... To me Summer never came, its always cold and I feel my heart slumbers in to heal.... well, that's just how it is... when your broken, summer seems so far away or even dead...

[Dhaye]

I believe a word is life to anyone, especially if it comes from a very special person to him/her.
So touching but well-written.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this makes me think of more than just summer dying...losing a love in whatever way, leaves a really loud silence....i feel the autumn breeze of this...and there is a strong chill.

j.

[Caradoc]

Chilling and prophetic. The repetition of the title is very ominous. Perhaps because of the song I was listening to as I began reading this, I got a very strong "foreboding voice over" feeling like you would hear in the trailer for an epic fantasy about a coming darkness.

Intense and inspiring.

The song, if you're interested.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Qngticpx78

-Cara

[Belle]

I thought of it - of myself as overly Romanticist, but then I realized how could I be if this is only a concrete form what is in me.
I just sit a while to breathe in strength from the dark space of the last flight of the stairs in the house, and I had to take my pad because, finally, I felt this one thing had find its way out...and now, it is a bit of a relief that it is screaming from the outside...if not, perhaps...no...most probably, it would be the beginning of darkness --for me...

And with your impression ( "the foreboding voice" ), I am starting to feel scared for myself...

[Belle]

Thank you for the link, Cara. Ironically, that music is soothing to the nerve. Thank you, really!read moreThank you for the link, Cara. Ironically, that music is soothing to the nerve. Thank you, really!

[Caradoc]

You're welcome. :) And at least where I live, I can definitely feel that summer is over. It's getting colder and the nights grow longer.