Greetings fellow poets and welcome to Open Link Night!
It is your opportunity to link up ONE poem of your choice to share with us. There is no specific prompt, theme or form required. If you missed this week’s Poetics, “Smoke and Mirrors”, this is also another chance to participate.
Summer has slipped by for me as my work days have been long and exhausting but somehow I did manage to squeeze in a few special moments with family and friends and a scenic getaway in Northern Michigan.
Hiking, climbing, exploring…it all spells adventure to me. We walked along a very long pier and as the Great Lakes have reached record high levels, it was a precarious journey to the lighthouse. Manistee National Forest offered trails of towering trees. We conquered the climb of two gigantic sand hills at Sleeping Bear Dunes, stopped for homemade jams and a wild turkey crossing. I always seem to struggle between the physical, adventurous aspect vs. the zen of it all. I like when the zen wins.
The following poem resonates with me at summer’s end…
On a Late Summer Day
by Daniel Brick
before the tea cools, and loses
its fragrance, let us pour one more cup
and share gratifying discourse
about the ten thousand things.
Not a day goes by without
flocks of birds seeking
traces of that northward path
they will soon descend
to restore their southern homes.
Not a day goes by without
hot breezes squeezing
fragrances of early summer
across the trembling August air
deep within peach-colored apples.
Oh, can we bind together
like sheaths of wheat
these late summer days
and store them in a hidden granary
for needful seasons yet to come?
Already August dissolves
into September, which
dissolves into October, which
disappears in the first snow
of November and December ice.
Is it true, as you have said,
what we cherish we desire forever?
Then, let us cherish many things:
sheets wrinkled by sleep, pennies
stashed in a chest, old letters
from distant friends, red and yellow roses,
a book of poems given by a dear friend,
a diary, a chess set, pictures
painted by children, an amethyst crystal,
memories of a lost, beautiful love.
If it is true, as you have said,
what we cherish we desire forever,
then, let us cherish many things
so that our desires become immortal,
and our names unforgettable….
This is “Mish” in the pub. Here’s to many more sunny, summer days!
To join in:
- Write a poem on your blog.
- You will find links to other poets. Visit and leave a comment.
- Please link back to dVerse from your site/blog.
- Join in the discussion below. We are friendly poets.
Linda Lee Lyberg said:
Hello Mish- thanks for hosting tonight! Sharing one I wrote for the Toads prompt today.
Linda, fyi, I tried to leave a comment on your poem at your blog and had to sign in first. Even then when I hit “post comment” it disappeared….
Linda Lee Lyberg said:
FYI- I have my site set up where I have to approve comments, to help keep SPAM down…
OK, thanks for the heads-up.
Hi Jade…always happy to read your poems. Will be by a bit later. Just sat down after a crazy day at work. 🙂
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Good evening everyone and thanks for hosting, Mish. I won’t be able to do much reading and commenting as I’m off to my daughter’s in the morning to look after my grandson and I have to pack. But I’m taking my Kindle so I can read on the train. Comments will be short and sweet; as most of you know, my Kindle has gremlins!
Lona Gynt said:
Enjoy your family Kim 🙂
Thank you, Lona. 🤓
Hi Kim..it sounds lovely though to read poetry on a train ride. That grandson of yours must be the light of your life! So happy for you. 🙂
Thank you, Mish! I am completely in love with Lucas and hope to eventually move closer so I can spend more time with him.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Hello… I just finished a poem which I have no idea where it comes from. I need desperately something strong to drink.
Must have been an eventful day for you today, Bjorn. Hoping it gets better with a few sips of potent potable.
Bjorn, I am pouring you a glass of Canadian Club whiskey on the rocks…even though I’m sure you are now sound asleep in Sweden. 🙂
Hi Mish and All. Mish glad to hear you were enjoying northern MI and all it has to offer. I’m guessing you drove along that aquamarine blue lake up there by Beulah when you were by the dunes? I love the poem by Daniel Brick and “the discourse about the ten thousand things.” I’m still sipping cold coffee and getting ready to go out and mow after linking up and reading.
If I remember right we were on the 22 but only went as far as Sleeping Dunes, then turned around. Beautiful but I would have loved to have gone further. Time got away from us on our last day. We rented a cozy cabin/cottage in Wellston.
It looks like you came up 131, hit 55 west, then got on to 22? Looks like Wellston is about in the center of the Manistee National Forest. Nice place to take a vaca 🙂
I think you are right. My husband did the driving as I took in the scenery! Yes, I would love to explore more of that forest. 🙂
Hi Mish. Thanks for hosting. I just learned that a long-time friend, and my former bandmate in the 1960’s, just died Monday in Geneva, Switzerland. He had been in Seattle to visit me just couple months ago after our being apart for years. I found out yesterday from his wife that he’d come because he knew he was dying. He never told me, so his visit was full of laughs and joyous memories. His wife said that is how Jay wanted it. My heart is very heavy, so I am sharing a joyful poem from 8 years ago that he helped inspire. This is for my dear departed friend.
Rob, I remember you talking about your friend visiting and didn’t you post some pics from your band days around the time he did? So sorry to hear you lost your long-time friend.
Lona Gynt said:
so very sorry Rob.
I am so sorry for your loss, Rob. It is a blessing that he made sure the last visit was memorable and full of laughter. I’m sure you will treasure those moments forever. Sending you a big hug.
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Lona Gynt said:
Hello All. Thank you for hosting Mish. Love the poem on the end of summer. It has a sad symmetry with my poem, things we cherish can change, but oh how sweet to love them forever. My poem also has a tinge of the end of summer. And is on the links, so maybe fits open Link night well. I wrote it originally for Amaya’s Smoke and mirrors prompt, but didn’t finish in time.
Hi Lona 🙂 I guess that’s one thing that can never change if we don’t want it to….the way we cherish….anything. Looking forward to reading your poem.
Hello to everyone. I stumbled upon this blog Accidently and am so glad I did. It seems like a friendly place to land.
It would fun to participate. I need a bit of help though. I don’t know how to link back to dverse from my poem. Do I just edit and add a link at the bottom? Or Make a comment on my post with the link?
I should probably know the answer to this lol…
One more thing… I don’t see the link to follow to leave my one poem link and see other poets.
If you have trouble, let me know. I can link up your poem with your permission. 🙂
Very cool! Thank you. 🙃. I’m the only poet I know so I am looking forward to meeting fellow poets. OK now let me see if I can find Mr. Linky
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Laura Bloomsbury said:
oh what nostalgia you conjured for us tonight Mish – thank you for that and for the opportunity to polish a poem that has loitered a while in draft mode
p.s. will be back tomorrow to read and leave feedback as just back from time away and need my sleep (that’s 3 backs in a sentence!)
Hi Laura…it’s always nice to polish up a poem that was waiting patiently in the dust! They all have their proper time to shine. Looking forward to reading it. Thanks for joining in. Will be hitting the trail a bit later tonight. 🙂
Victoria C. Slotto said:
Mish, thanks for hosting this evening. Even though I was unable to participate in the dizain prompt, I wanted to give it a whirl–so that’s what I did for tonight’s OLN.
So nice to see you, Victoria. I am doing a late hike through the poetry trail today. Be by soon.
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Nana Kwame Dunamis said:
https://wp.me/paFtIU-28 for my poem
sorry quite late with that movement prompt and now the smoke and mirrors … sorry life has been busy!
No need to apologize! Life should be busy. 🙂
lol would have to disagree with that, as a meditator I pride myself in keeping life simple 🙂
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Frank J. Tassone said:
Good Morning, Poets! Thanks, Mish, for pubtending OLN. We’re off to San Fransisco, soon; in the rush of preparations yesterday, I forgot to share! 🙂
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Ali Grimshaw said:
Thank you for the opportunity to connect with other poets and to share a poem.
I have enjoyed joining the pub in the past.
Currently, I am having trouble with following your site. I have clicked the follow button and signed up more than once but it isn’t working for me. I don’t understand why. If you have any thoughts please let me know.
Mish, thanks for the poem. Let’s cherish the sunshine that lands on us today.
Hi Ali, are you referring to my site or dVerse?
Ali Grimshaw said:
I actually thinking now that it is a WordPress problem. I log in and then I can’t stay logged in when I switch sites. I will contact them about this. Your site is working fine for me. Thanks for your kind reply.