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This summer has ended


JoelJosol

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When reds, yellows and greens

have lost their brilliance,

 

and the lake's deep blue

has turned into shades of grey,

 

While on this ground, brown and dry,

falls the first rain showers

 

mixing you, earth and tears-

a good-bye to many shared summers.

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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When reds, yellows and greens

have lost their brilliance,

 

and the lake's deep blue

has turned into shades of grey.

 

While on this ground, brown and dry,

falls the first rain showers

 

mixing you, earth and tears-

a good-bye to many shared summers.

 

Hello Joel

I love the way you use colour, as in reds yellows and greens, then blue, grey and brown. You paint poetry with the palette of an artist.

A most enjoyable read/rich in colourful imagery/loved it.

Best wishes

Rea

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mixing you, earth and tears-

a good-bye to many shared summers.

 

Hi Joel, This is not only visually appealing, it paints an emotion that is only verbalized in the last line. It is beautiful.

 

~~Tink

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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abstrect-christ

Nice indeed. :-8)

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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You're in the northern hemisphere, Joel. Was this composed at the close of last summer?

 

I liked how "the lake's deep blue has turned into shades of gray." And "mixing you, earth, and tears" is heart wrenching.

 

Tony

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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Thanks, Rhea for the appreciation for the imagery.

Thanks, AC, too for the appreciation.

Thanks, Tink and Tony, for catching the key lines.

 

It was a poem I wrote for my father-in-law who passed away one week ago, towards the close of summer. Yes, Tony, our rainy season has begun.

"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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Aleksandra

Very well expressed feeling, Joel. Very soft sadness. I like your play with the colors. Well done.

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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