i love, love the second line- like with all of my heart.
You remind me of summer when i was young and spirited and learning. It’s important when one is a child- summertime.
My mother told me it was terribly humid there yesterday, in SoCal. i don’t miss that much although, i rememeber cool fat rain would come and bring such relief and frolick for the girls and i walking home from their school on such days.
You should post more poems. You do well with them.
~christine
It’s funny you should mention that because yesterday I was reminded of summers as a kid - the humidity and yet the joy of it. It gave me a special kind of joy to feel the weird, miserable weather.
WC
That’s what I was going for this past weekend really sun kissed skin, but what i got was one patch of really burnt skin
in the middle of my back, of course where I can’t reach it to put lotion on……..
writer chick, love how you are spreading your wings and venturing into sarah’s land of wonderful haikus.
you did a good job.
any time you want to post a poem on my site, let me know
you’re always welcome.
I love the s’s in this.
kim
Ah, the sunburn - poor girl. The sun loves my skin and turns it rosy brown. Yes, Sarah was nice enough to let me post this, away from the fray.
It might be fun to post a poem at your place - let me see if I can come up with something, otay?
WC
Me likes.
Very much.
Jealous.
In a good way.
If I were to put my finger on those lines, it would burn, those lines are so hot.
Just right for summer.
Perfect.
Thanks, Spaz. It was just a lucky thing - found that right picture and the right words to define my summer experience at that moment. It was oddly reminiscent of summers as a kid.
WC
Only in men’s imagination does every truth find an effective and undeniable existence. Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life. — Joseph Conrad
very nice. not much for haiku but i like this one. apropriate description.
Thank you Ozy - the heat and humidity yesterday inspired me.
WC
i love, love the second line- like with all of my heart.
You remind me of summer when i was young and spirited and learning. It’s important when one is a child- summertime.
My mother told me it was terribly humid there yesterday, in SoCal. i don’t miss that much although, i rememeber cool fat rain would come and bring such relief and frolick for the girls and i walking home from their school on such days.
You should post more poems. You do well with them.
~christine
It’s funny you should mention that because yesterday I was reminded of summers as a kid - the humidity and yet the joy of it. It gave me a special kind of joy to feel the weird, miserable weather.
WC
i’m confused. It says “Summer by Writerchick” but Sarah’s blog.
Hey Christine,
WC
Sometimes Sarah let’s me post stuff here.
That’s what I was going for this past weekend really sun kissed skin, but what i got was one patch of really burnt skin
in the middle of my back, of course where I can’t reach it to put lotion on……..
writer chick, love how you are spreading your wings and venturing into sarah’s land of wonderful haikus.
you did a good job.
any time you want to post a poem on my site, let me know
you’re always welcome.
I love the s’s in this.
kim
Ah, the sunburn - poor girl. The sun loves my skin and turns it rosy brown. Yes, Sarah was nice enough to let me post this, away from the fray.
It might be fun to post a poem at your place - let me see if I can come up with something, otay?
WC
Me likes.
Very much.
Jealous.
In a good way.
If I were to put my finger on those lines, it would burn, those lines are so hot.
Just right for summer.
Perfect.
Thanks, Spaz. It was just a lucky thing - found that right picture and the right words to define my summer experience at that moment. It was oddly reminiscent of summers as a kid.
WC
Your poem could apply in Shizuoka now, where we have just come out of the rainy (steam) season to enter the frying summer (hot) season!
LOL
Hello Dragonlife,
I’m glad you could relate to my poem.
WC
I know that feeling. Cool picture, too.
hi lolly,
the summer has me melting all over the place. hard to write when you have to wring out your keyboard every five minutes.
sarah
Sultry stuff.
would you say….steamy?
sarah