The Gift Of A Warm Summer Breeze

These days of our lives
Lengthy and brief
Test our sanity
Causing us grief
The snow has fallen
The flowers have come
Children have played
School has begun

Raindrops of thoughts
Bombard my mind
Monsoon season
Not far behind
The lights are on
But no one is home
Waking my demons
With a mind of their own

Season from season
You stay the same
Ran and played
When the summer came
I sit here
Alone in my room
I feel it coming
My impending doom

Happily ever after
Are only words
Used to draw in sheep
To increase the herds
As androids dream
Of electric sheep
I, a lonely knave,
Never sleep

You say you see me
That I am near
Say you know me
But I am not here
I am someone
I am no one
You are someone
But not yourself

Do not see thyn-self
Through the eyes of others
Love yourself
As you love your mothers
When your window doth open
And a warm, summer breeze remind you of yourself
Remember it was I who introduced you to
Your inner wealth

© 2009 Sean Augulewicz

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Tony

If they looked, most folks here would notice that I only review work I like. Unless grammar is so bad it assumes graffiti, I ain't sayin' a word. What I do is read stuff. Always have. I couldn't tell you the difference between an adverb and a conjunction. Really, I ain't lyin'.
But what I can tell you is the difference between S.King and Frank McCort. Or between R. Limbaugh and Larry McMurtry. Sometimes stories we read don't change our bearings, or provoke much more thought than the back side of the Cocoa Puffs box.
And sometimes they stick in our head for long periods of time. Evoking emotions and thought processes that we are often not prepared for.
There is a reason for that. I don't know what a history professor, or a Journalist, or and English teacher would say it is, but for me, it is simple:
It just is. A painter doesn't often know why people stare at his pictures for hours, but they do. "The Shawshank Redemption" is very articulate. But it still don't add up to "All Creatures Great and Small", from a artists point of view.
OK. Now to the proverbial point:
You are a young man, with little experience. I really don't know anything else about you. And I don't know if you did it on purpose, but this here poem has a lot of weight for the amount of words you used.
I can clearly see in it the angst of youth, and a dissatisfaction with the direction society seems to be headed. Anybody could, and apparently, everyone does.
But I also see a powerful intuition that understands the obscenity of war and oppression as clearly as it carries gratitude for a 'Warm Summer Breeze'. The author, I would say, has good ears as well as a good voice, and brings his frustration and conclusions into the work, without having to explain all that.
Finally, I like the use of a few old English words, it is part of what I was just babbling about. However, I believe in that last verse, the correct word to use is Thyself. Correct me if I am wrong. It won't be the first or the last time.....
Excellent work, sir.

Posted 15 Years Ago

If they looked, most folks here would notice that I only review work I like. Unless grammar is so bad it assumes graffiti, I ain't sayin' a word. What I do is read stuff. Always have. I couldn't tell you the difference between an adverb and a conjunction. Really, I ain't lyin'.
But what I can tell you is the difference between S.King and Frank McCort. Or between R. Limbaugh and Larry McMurtry.  Sometimes stories we read don't change our bearings, or provoke much more thought than the back side of the Cocoa Puffs box. 
And sometimes they stick in our head for long periods of time. Evoking emotions and thought processes that we are often not prepared for. 
There is a reason for that. I don't know what a history professor, or a Journalist, or and English teacher would say it is, but for me, it is simple:
It just is. A painter doesn't often know why people stare at his pictures for hours, but they do. "The Shawshank Redemption" is very articulate. But it still don't add up to "All Creatures Great and Small", from a artists point of view. 
OK. Now to the proverbial point:
 You are a young man, with little experience. I really don't know anything else about you. And I don't know if you did it on purpose, but this here poem has a lot of weight for the amount of words you used.
I can clearly see in it the angst of youth, and a dissatisfaction with the direction society seems to be headed. Anybody could, and apparently, everyone does.
But I also see a powerful intuition that understands the obscenity of war and oppression as clearly as it carries gratitude for a 'Warm Summer Breeze'. The author, I would say, has good ears as well as a good voice, and brings his frustration and conclusions into the work, without having to explain all that. 
Finally, I like the use of a few old English words, it is part of what I was just babbling about. However, I believe in that last verse, the correct word to use is Thyself. Correct me if I am wrong. It won't be the first or the last time.....
Excellent work, sir.

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