Summer Night Solstice (in the park)

by Larry Chamberlin   Jun 22, 2016


Corpulent mists drift
across the parking lot,
heat waves left over
from the daytime
make them shimmer,
almost speak out loud -
disembodied conversations
of spent flowers.

We follow them awhile
going our way
holding discourse
about sodden fragrance
with motionless air -
these ghosts of spring
fade slowly.

Where the sun reached
down to the dayside earth
it seared the last vestiges
of vernal hope.

High above the full moon
imbues substance
into what cannot be seen
inside white things creeping
out of the shadows.

Ghosts shimmer, fall upward
escaping the humid
drudgery of swimming
in barren watery desert.

Mellow wind shifts
noodling the mists
away from us
into the forest green.

Moon's light sheds
its skin in serrated peels
ringing silently
on nothing but trees
grass and black asphalt
as we two wanderers pass on.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judge Comment:

    One thing I would like to point out: Larry uses words that are not often used, beautiful and mind provoking words- He has led me to the dictionary many times, and I thank him for that.

    When a writer creates a nature poem... often times elegant, simplistic words along with visual displays are used, and within this piece Larry goes beyond that.

    He details a walk along a nature pathway...He grabs the reader and sticks them into a painting and you feel this poem! Just beautiful!!

    I am not going on another angle within this powerful and elegant piece.

    The calming of spirits, lingering souls in the shadows of possibly a cemetery,
    visiting perhaps a grave site- This poem led me on a spiritual and calming, yet sorrowful feeling as well.

    When a writer takes you in many directions within the message and adds creative and unique beauty to the poem...Well my friends, you have one heck of a poem!!

    • 7 years ago

      by Larry Chamberlin

      Choosing words that are not in general usage usually annoys me. It is purposefully done by me only when no other word will do and in hopes it will be understood. Thank you for your appreciation.

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A lovely write, Larry.
    Quick point: the 'it's' in the last stanza shouldn't have a possessive apostrophe as that then becomes a contraction of 'it is'. I believe it's the one word that suffers from this kind of affliction!

    All the best

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Such a beautiful write! It weaves such a relaxing meditative state of mind. I love the imagery - just lovely-

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Larry as always an enthralling, beautiful soothing piece with lots of glorious imagery.

    Em

  • 7 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    Sorry as I am that you are sad, I am heartened that my words helped.

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