Welcome to OpenLinkNight everyone! Happy September!!!
As you know OpenLinkNight is your opportunity to link 1 poem of your choice as this is no prompt-day. For those who missed the Mr Linky deadline this Tuesday’s poetics or any poetry prompts that you have missed in the past, this is the opportunity to share your poem. Out of courtesy, please link back to dVerse Poets Pub if you are sharing your poem.
In my part of the world, late summer is upon us and there are already early signs of the autumn season.
Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence
Under a moon waning and worn, broken,
Tired with summer.
Let me remember you, voices of little insects,
Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,
Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heavy.
Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,
While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest,
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,
Lest they forget them.
The whiskey stink of rot has settled
in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises
when I touch the dying tomato plants.
Still, the claws of tiny yellow blossoms
flail in the air as I pull the vines up by the roots
and toss them in the compost.
It feels cruel. Something in me isn’t ready
to let go of summer so easily. To destroy
what I’ve carefully cultivated all these months.
Those pale flowers might still have time to fruit.
My great-grandmother sang with the girls of her village
as they pulled the flax. Songs so old
and so tied to the season that the very sound
seemed to turn the weather.
Hi everyone! I hope you are having a good day or night. While you are reading poems in our Mr. Linky, we have mango crepes, strawberry cheesecake, custard tarts; with milk shake, fresh juice or red wine on the pub’s table. Enjoy the long weekend to our US and Canadian friends!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Oh.. lucky you. No long weekends in Sweden until Christmas…
Too bad. We also have our Thanksgiving celebrations to look forward to.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Hello, autumn is here which means that it’s pitch dark when the pub opens… soon I will rise in the morning in darkness too… I think I need a beer tonight.
Beer for you Bjorn. The days are definitely getting shorter and nights cooler. Good thing we continue to work from home.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
We will continue at least until end of year.
Hello Grace and All. I really enjoyed and can relate to the tomatoes poem. Strawberry cheesecake sounds so yummy, one slice please to go with my cuppajoe.
Our grocery store here is filled with all the boxes of tomatoes for caning. Cheesecake is yummy so enjoy it!
I just learned of a new recipe for home-made tomato paste, which means I might be buying some tomatoes (my own plants were scorched to death by heat and drought.)
Thank you for the cheesecake. Have a great long weekend, Grace ❤
I’ll take some strawberry cheescake, while reading and resting my head from the writing assignment that refuses to come together. Hoping everyone’s poetry will get me out of the rut I’m stuck in.
For me, reading poems get me out of the blank canvas. Hope it works for you. Enjoy the cheesecake !
Good evening! I will be back to read and share a poem in the morning, as I have an early start tomorrow.
Have a good evening Ingrid! Enjoy the weekend.
Thanks Grace! You too.
goood evening one and all. I am glad its open link as I am having a rumage through some of my older poems and posts. Throwing some out of my older posts that have not worked and improving some that need attention. i have linked one of the first poems I wrote from before I tried blogging. i will catch up with reading some time ove the weekend
Have a good weekend!
Thank you for hosting Grace. I have been heavy and angry recently, so today I am sharing about the love in a couple’s relationship. I am also sharing a one-click ticket to a brilliant, intimate concert, with Joni Mitchell. Peace everyone! ✌🏼🙂
Looking forward to reading it. Have a good weekend.
Thank you for hosting Open Link Night, Grace. 🙂
Thanks for joining in. Have a good weekend.
Thank you, wish you a happy weekend. 🙂
Hi Grace! I’ve shared a bit of not very polished verse about our night last night with the tornado alerts. I may come back for a mango crepe another time. That sounds delicious!
Mango crepe is always ready for you, smiles. Thanks for dropping by Merril. Enjoy the weekend.
You, too, Grace!
Yvonne Osborne said:
Having just come up from the garden, I loved the poetic examples you posted, for I heard the grinding of the locust and the incessant chirping of the hidden crickets. Lovely as the overripe raspberries falling fermented into my palm, tasting like wine. My mind though was elsewhere on the less pleasant shenanigans going on in the south. But thank you for this opportunity to share.
I am glad you enjoyed the poems. Reading them takes my mind off unpleasant and sad news. Have a good weekend.
Beverly Crawford said:
I condensed a short story to a sappy romance. Sorry — my muse took me there! It’s absolutely beautiful in my world, temp in the 70s and low humidity. If it weren’t for Covid it would be perfect (sigh).
It was a romantic story. Thanks for sharing Bev.
James Rainsford said:
My first post in quite a long time. I look forward to reading the contributions of my fellow poets
Good to see you. Hope you have a good weekend.
I have invited an old friend, Lawrence Tieke, to put a guest posting of a poem on my Image & Verse site, and link it here to OLN.
Thanks for sharing this Rob. Wishing you a good weekend.
Thank you for hosting OLN Grace
Thanks for joining in.
Glenn A. Buttkus said:
It’s Friday, and gosh, only 3 of you have commented on the last episode of BLACKTHORNE, even though 52 of you have viewed it. I hate to be an old whiner, but it is hard for me to keep my spirits up when the atta’ boys drop off to a dribble; just saying. I will finish the saga because Bjorn loves it, but the format seems to defy most comments.