Greetings and Salubrious Salutations!
Walter here to welcome you to this edition of Tuesday Poetics! Around these parts, folks are so anxious to jettison spring that they declare Memorial Day (Decoration Day)… the end of May as the unofficial start of summer. Sure, temperatures are more… temperate (although somewhat unstable) and gives us this insatiable itch to go outdoors and do things. Even at that, a Western New York summer seems short-lived. And excuse me, but I don’t buy into the unofficial start of anything. I like it nice and neat! So today on what is the first full (official) day of the Summer of 2016, help me celebrate with a Poetic Pub Party.
The four seasons have always been great fodder for inspiration. Poets over the ages have given us much to ponder when the years transitions into another phase. One of my favorite exercises to spark my muse is reaching out to the work of others and finding words or lines to include as a title, line or epigraph for my new poem. I try to take this poem in a new direction, and not interpret or rewrite the original piece. It has given me some success in finding my voice in poems worth developing.
Take this wonderful piece by John Keats (a favorite poem of mine). In it he uses the seasons to correlate between the different phases of a persons life.
The Human Seasons
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness–to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
~John Keats
There is much to take away from his observations; so much inspiration in a concise poem. Each season opening a new window into the human condition.
Even more simple is this offering from Kobayashi Issa entitled “Summer Night”
Summer Night
Summer night–
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
~ Kobayashi Issa
Here, Issa gives a glimpse of a single moment expressed in vivid imagery. So you see, we can find much in the words and works of others. Here are some other “Summer” excerpts for your consideration:
From “Walt Whitman”
By Walt Whitman
I CELEBRATE myself;
And what I assume you shall assume;
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my Soul;
I lean and loafe at my ease,
observing a spear of summer grass.
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From “Under the Harvest Moon”
By Carl Sandburg
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
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From “The Waste Land”
by T.S. Eliot
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
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From “Fat Southern Men in Summer Suits”
by Liam Rector, 1949 – 2007
Fat Southern men in their summer suits,
Usually with suspenders, love to sweat
Into and even through their coats,
Taking it as a matter of honor to do so,
Especially when the humidity gets as close
As it does each Southern summer
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And finally here, by Nizar Qabbani, “In The Summer”:
In The Summer
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
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Our quest on this first day of the summer season, is to be inspired by a summer moment as seen through the eyes of another. Use something from above that sparks your mojo. Or find one that piques your own interest. Even a poem written by one of our compatriot pub patrons is fair game. I like highlighting the works of our “Partners in Rhyme”, and they seem to appreciate the spotlight as it shines upon them. Be sure to give credit to the line, poem and poet who has inspired you. Bask in the poetic glow (flip every 15 minutes and don’t forget the SPF).
And have a safe and happy summertime!
To join in:
• Write your poem and post it on your site.
• Copy and paste the direct URL to your poem in Mr. Linky at the bottom of this post.
• Return to the pub to read and comment on the poetry of your fellow poets. It’s important to us that you take the time to become a part of the community through your comments.
• Please provide a link to this site in your post and promote dVerse Poets Pub on social media venues in which you participate.
Welcome to Summer and the Tuesday Poetics prompt for today. We hope you’ve come to bask in the brilliant glow of summer poems inspired by… summer poems of other poets!. Let’s see how the Summer is treating you so far!
I went searching by myself, and found a wonderful prose poem by Tomas Tranströmer that mimic the melancholy of our Nordic Summer perfectly this day of Solstice.
The part of this exercise I love is that we are cajoled into reading the worded wonder of other accomplished poets. I went off grid as well to find my inspiration. It is all a part of the fun of this, Bjorn.
Hi Walt! Thank you for hosting and for this lovely prompt! On this Summer Solstice, it finally feels like summer – hot and humid, like an inverted bowl of fresh hot oatmeal – typical southern summer.
Glad to be here, Toni and happy to hear summer has finally arrived. Contrary to the rain storm last evening, today is brightly sunny and yes, a touch humid. But it is a wonderful time of year!
It is a hot time of year and in spite of the excellent summer tomatoes it grows, I truly could just wish it to be a warm spring instead. Basho and Issa are always with me.
Great “traveling” companions, I must say!
Yes, they are excellent companions and don’t want to go to odd places or stop at every rest stop, LOL.
Perfect companions then!
The change of seasons give us poets such a nudge–I very much enjoyed this prompt using Oliver’s “A Summer Day.” Thanks, Walt.
They certainly do, Victoria! And the funny thing about “seasonal” poems is that they are great to read any time of the year. Glad you’re enjoying it!
Ah….I used Mary Oliver’s “A Summer Day” as a jumping off point too…..begining with her questioning line. My poem today is dedicated to my dear friend Louise who is fighting ovarian cancer — she is so strong and chooses to live each day. This solstice, a longer day to live and fight and love.
Thank you for hosting today, Walt. Hot and sunny and bright here in Boston.
Blessings on your friend Louise. A longer day for life indeed.
Thank you. Truly appreciate your care here, my friend.
I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer about 8 years ago – by accident. It was caught so early, basically at ground zero and so, I survived. It is a hard cancer and my heart goes out to your friend. It is a hard battle indeed. I pray for her and for you.
Miracles abound – angels along the way.
Prayers for your courageous friend.
Thank you, Victoria. She is a very special person and fighting so hard.
May your friendship and love provide great comfort, Lillian!
Thank you, Walter. Truly appreciate your thoughtfulness here.
Prayers for Louise, Lill. My gran was a survivor of ovarian cancer – had it at age 60, beat it, and lived to be 93.
Oh thank you. That is wonderful, joyful news to hear! Thank you!
It has been trying around here since a massive storm Thursday that knocked out power to most of the city and felled trees. Internet in and out, electricity on and off. Our lights are flickering so off I go to see what I can get done before power sleeps.
We are so at the mercy of weather, heh? Good luck, Toni. If you lose electricity, I say, take a nap!
Too darn hot to nap! But the power is going and the second storm has passed us over. Thanks be. How are you doing out there? I keep seeing reports of horrible wildfires.
Great prompt, Walt! I as sitting on a traain home from work after a busy day and this made me sigh with delight – thank you for the inspiration!
My pleasure, Freya. I pull this prompt out whenever I need to change course sometimes, and it has yet to fail me. We’re here to support and inspire. And thank you for being inspired!
I allowed Naomi Shihab Nye to inspire me. She’s one of my favourite poets. Thank you for the prompt, Walt.
Loved your course inspired by Nye. And you are so welcome, Marilyn!
Hey everyone,
Hope you’re having an amazing day so far 😀 sharing my poem “Under the Harvest Moon” inspired by the poem written by Carl Sandburg. Hope you all like it ❤
Thank you Walt for the wonderful opportunity 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
It’s an honor to serve and share here in this wonderful place. Your poem again stirs a passionate fire. We appreciate the opportunity to have your words in our community!
Awww 😀 thank you so much Walt
Awesome prompt, Walt. It’s too hot here to do anything but write, but we also have family in town and I have two teens with their own ideas of “summer.” 😉 Counting the days until my Lake…
Float, float on, De-vine one!
It’s hot here, too, De–though less so up at the lake. Close to 100 today. The dogs didn’t want to go outside this afternoon to do what dogs do.
And would thus prompt the question, “Who let the dogs…” I’m sorry. That was wrong. 😉
Ha! You’re bad.
Bad to the bone!
Only 84 in Incline Village. I just checked. I want to go to there. 114 here today. I am hide-bernating.
Hide-bernating. I like that. Try to keep cool, and hydrated!
De do have a way with words!
After an early dip in the tropics, central Florida is dry and cooler (in the 80s) and so we sit and sip sangria on the porch and listen to the distant hum of highways and our resident hawk. Perfect prompt! Thanks, Walt 🙂
Happy to oblige, Jilly. Sangria on the porch… after a while, I’d be humming too!
Thanks for this great prompt, Walter! I went with a T.S. Eliot line and the dance/drink/refreshing word colonnade. 🙂
You’re welcome. That is a great word, isn’t it Crystal? You did a masterful job with it!
Good morning! I think summer might have arrived over here. It’s just gone six and I can see sunshine through the willow leaves. This is a great challenge, Walter, but it has left me with a dilemma: I have found a few poems that fit the bill and I’m having trouble choosing one. I’m still marking exam papers, so I don’t really have the time to write more than one poem this morning. As soon as I can see my dining table again, I will be back to my usual writing routine. As it is, I have exam-markers brain, so my creative juices have been a bit diluted. I am, however, excited to see what the dVerse poets have posted., so I’ll crack on. Have a wonderful day!
There is an Open Link on Thursday.. so it’s a great opportunity to write a second then… 🙂 In Stockholm Sunrise is 3:32 today… It’s tough for friends having Ramadan.
I couldn’t resist, Bjorn, and slipped another poem in before I get on with the humdrum stuff!
Kim, you do what needs to be done. As Bjorn has stated, there is always OLN on Thursday. And even failing that, it is a great exercise to use whenever your find yourself stuck. Write the poem and share when you find a place for it!
Thanks, Walter. I spent a little longer at the computer than I should have this morning and did, indeed, post another poem. I have been procrastinating – I much prefer writing poetry!
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I remember those days, Kim. The papers just piled up on the desk…and taking more than just the quick check mark on the true false — it always seemed to me like the papers were breeding on my desk and the pile just seemed to get bigger instead of smaller….and then it was gone. 🙂 Teachers are appreciated — especially by those who have been teachers! 🙂
you certainly started something with this summer prompt – another’s lines are always inspiration for the Muse and a great opportunity to read more poetry and discover poets afresh
Exactly, Laura! We read, we write, we inspire, we are inspired! 😉
I have been a bit flexible about the “poem” I borrowed from. It’s more of a song line…if you really don’t approve I’ll try and do another one. But some people would say that John Travolta was poetry in motion, back in his Grease days.
And if the bar’s still open, I think it might be prosecco time…
As I have stated on your blog, Sarah. I consider composers to be musical poets. (Being one, I can take that liberty) So a lyric would suffice, but would still need to be credited to the writer or writers, in your case. I’ll pass on Travolta! 😀
Sorry to be negligent as to Gershwin being the source of my poem or song. Staying with grandkids and lost my focus! Thanks for the sweet prompt..
I wasn’t calling you out, Kathy. I admire the man’s music. And he was a troubled soul who struggled for his craft, much as we do. The prompt was meant to rattle the rafters and shake the cobwebs (and a few poems) loose. I don’t mind helping out where I can. No harm, no foul!
Happy Summer 🙂
It was another beautiful sunny day in my part of the world making it easier to write to this prompt. You’ve shared some wonderful lines for inspiration, Walt. Thank you!
I was happy to present them, Mish! There were so many it was hard to choose just a few. Our poets made Those lines shine!
Late on this one. Mine is up at: https://purplepeninportland.wordpress.com/2016/06/24/a-savored-moment/
Hi Sara, you are welcome to share this poem for our OpenLinkNight which is open right now.
Thanks, Grace!
Ack! Stop centering the poems — you make Whitman look like a greeting card!