Summer Poetry - Tumblr Posts
July makes you want to dive deep into a pool of blue doesn’t it? 🩵
It’s a Lana Del Rey-kind-of-summer morning.
"Fragrance"
When we were in the meadow,
you said I smelled like your favorite wildflower.
Summer wine drunk,
the picnic blanket laid out beneath us.
When we were in the kitchen,
you said I smelled like your favorite pie.
Flour on my nose,
apples ready to be sliced.
When we were in the back barn,
you said I smelled like your favorite summer day.
Sweetgrass and sunshine,
thunder rolling in the distance.
When I asked “what is your favorite fragrance?”,
you replied “it is making love to you.”
-Reverie
The golden twinkling magic of a summer morning…that’s August.
-Reverie
"Endless"
The warmth of summer makes fools of us all.
We think its golden rays, twinkling at us through branches, will continue.
We think its heated kiss will linger on our skin, indefinite.
We think late evenings filled with fireflies and the clinking of glasses will keep us young eternally.
But it’s not until the first breath of a cool morning,
the first drop of a withered leaf,
the first dawn that is slower to appear,
that we realize summer is not endless.
Just like a lover’s embrace,
it ends.
But it leaves us with a memory to cherish forever.
-Reverie
i always say winter or fall is my favorite but then i remember those early spring days when the air is cold but there's not a cloud in the sky. so maybe spring is my favorite. but then i remember swimming in the river with my best friends and having picnics in the park and i think maybe summer is my favorite. but then i remember the smell of new rain on decaying leaves and fall seems like my favorite too! and then i think about how quiet the world is when it snows and how every breath feels like waking up and all of a sudden winter is my favorite. isn't it a wonderful world we live in?
somewhere on your way you lose the want for sleep at night
you stay up until the sun shines through your window and fall asleep once your house stirs
the nights are long and you haven't felt so alone in so long
and on those nights
nothing has a face
the whole world is all eyes
there's something missing
the missing poster is missing a face
the mirror is missing a reflection
you're missing feeling at home
you're missing your old self
you're missing yourself
and on those nights
you don't have a face
" reflectionless " - zero (me)
