How is it
Summer can collect
In the back of your throat
Like too much of a good thing?
You would wash it away
To get on with what was
To drink in simple life
As if it were there for the taking.
But
It is only dust
And it will be.
No September rain
Ever stopped the falling of leaves
The withering of the garden
The shortening of breath
That comes with early night.
Thirst can ignite
Passion for a little while
And then it consumes itself.
Call it love.
Call it burning need.
Call it the fire that shapes your soul.
It is a brief thing.
34 Comments
it sure seems like it, doesn't it-after you wait so long for it and then it barely comes and is soon gone. Kind of like some relationships unfortunately. LOL!
ReplyDeleteYep, I am sitting here waiting for my Clarinex to kick in so summer will get out of my throat and I can lie down and sleep. Geez. I get thirsty for those projects and then I drown in the making. UGh...
ReplyDeleteWhat a thought-provoking post. I never thought of summer and thirst this way.
ReplyDeleteYes, after all is said and done, thirst is a brief thing, but it reoccurs in every moment of our lives, and its addition is what keep us all alive --- such are the seasons of change, as in life and as in nature -- we depend on our thirst.
ReplyDeleteYes, this was a very thought provoking poem, thank you.
Thought provoking. Yes, thirst is a brief thing, here now and gone so soon... then, here again... Thirst is good, it shows how alive we are!
ReplyDeleteThirst, tho brief, returns again and again so we may enjoy the refreshment of an ordinary thing over and over again.
ReplyDeleteSobering thoughts with the seasons change. I will take the passion for a little while....
ReplyDeleteSpirithelpers
Yes, thirst and passion may be brief things, like bursts of flame.
ReplyDeleteYes,thirst can drive you on & on but in the end it is quenched and gone......
ReplyDeleteI like way Maggie said...it conveys the depth of your verses well..:)
ReplyDeleteIt is there and it drives you all along and when it is needed the most, it leaves us alone..!!
Good thought, great flow, and an amazing feel!
Keep writing..:)
profundity for sure sandy
ReplyDeleteIt is a good thing that passion is brief. Who could sustain such a level for long? If not, wouldn't we drown from the quenching?
ReplyDeleteOh, that first stanza is awesome! A great intro to the rest of your poem. Love it!
ReplyDeleteThis flows for me. Like how you developed it..
ReplyDeleteinside, outside, which side
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Fugacious thing indeed, more a desperation to try and freeze the moment...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said, and at such a perfect time. There's something about the cooler air of September that puts an edge on evening thoughts and feelings.
ReplyDeletePerfectly said
ReplyDeletei can relate to this as it's just so hot here in the philippines right now.
ReplyDeleterain comes but sometimes it's still hot.
A great thought in this. Marvellous.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading where you took this prompt Sandy, nice work!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the gracious reminder of the brief duration of all things...
ReplyDelete" wouldn't we drown from the quenching? "
ReplyDelete" we depend on our thirst "
" it reoccurs.... and its addition is what keep us all alive "
" Summer can collect
In the back of your throat
Like too much of a good thing?...
thought provoking..
You have a way with words - none can compare!
ReplyDeleteI like the different ways we quench our thirst and I do love the changing seasons here in Georgia.
ReplyDeleteand so it is...
ReplyDeletethank you for this lovely piece, Sandy--
Oh Sandy, I didn't want to know that it (thirst) would consume itself! Love does that too?? Oh no!
ReplyDeleteI do like your poem, it moves along smartly.
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I call it fire! Lovely
ReplyDeleteI think... I'm going to have to think about this one. Call it "meta-thinking". Or perhaps "over-thinking". Yes of course... there's more, but for another time and place.
ReplyDeletesuch a poignant metaphor for life...& more literally, something that is palpable right now here in NC.
ReplyDeleteIT is, all too brief...enjoyed this post!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful word imagery. I love your writings, Sandy~
ReplyDeleteThis gave me chills my friend. Thus also is life..no?
ReplyDeletelove-Melanie
love these lines:
ReplyDeleteNo September rain
Ever stopped the falling of leaves
The withering of the garden
Even the most generous outpouring cannot stop the passage of time and rhythms of nature.
Oh this is wonderful Sandy! Perfectly stated and executed~ and quite a tribute to the changing seasons. I especially loved the first few lines..."How is it
ReplyDeleteSummer can collect
In the back of your throat
Like too much of a good thing?" Have a wonderful weekend!
Thanks for being here.