Losing June in Summer
by
James Shammas
(Age: 44)
copyright 06-25-2005
Age Rating: 7 to 127
I miss the feel of concrete under feet,
The chlorine-scented, gently lapping pool,
The dry silence of the dense airy heat,
Weeping willow trees, their shadows cool.
When lazy idleness pervades the air,
Inhaled like perfume-- a most narcotic scent--
I think of summer with you, your sun-gold hair,
Of hot and heavy days, yet unspent.
I replay the reel inside my head,
Daydreaming today of our childood love,
Lying long under stars, a million spread.
Gazing out the window at one lone dove,
I remember beginnings-- so far from done--
My brand-new crayons I saw melt in the sun.
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This is such a beautiful poem. I understand, beacuse Greece is usually so fun in the summer, and then it atarts to rain. It is very hot and humid sometimes, and it rains at the same time. It is horrible. But your image of melting crayons is interesting- if you leave crayons outside, they melt.
I cannot get the image of brand new crayons melting in the sun out of my head. You are correct, it is the perfect metaphor for childhood memories fading into the past...This is the 7th or 8th time I've come back to read this...I am letting myself absorb it slowly, and like the last ice cream cone of summer. It just gets better with each lick...
Jean
It is sad when at the end of our lives we are again helpless as a child. Only to gaze out the window at memories of melted crayons. This is the picture my mind drew from your words and I used the crayons! Thanks Jim. Anthony
I love what you are doing in this poem. The images are strong and the memories, hazy,lazy and sweet (just like summer). It evokes so many feelings, from joy to a wistful kind of sadness, Only two things tripped me up a little. One is the line "I play the reel back, in back of my head". It reads a little bit clumsily although,strangely, it sounds ok when spoken aloud. Maybe you can try 'inside my head'? or 'I replay the reel'. The other thing, involves the end lines. They are a little confusing as I read them...I love the image of brand new crayons melting in the sun (wow, so strong and evocative) but I don't understand its relationship with the line above. It seems to be an afterthought and it is too good a line for that.
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