Summer, 1995
This was written for the “Summer” prompt at Totally Optional Prompts. I thought I would try a cinquain form for this one. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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Summer
brought to me its
heavy heat and blurred smells
swimming through the thick, humid ocean
of air.
Summer
days brought to me
teenaged wealth through part-time
jobs – wealth which, once earned, was spent at
the mall.
Summer
swimming bestowed
a chocolate cast on
my already brown skin – I was
burnt brass.
Summer
contained mischief
spent in episodes of
pranks, skinny dipping, and stolen
kisses.
Summer,
once gone, left me
with memories, wisdom,
and photographs – and with a few
regrets.
Written 6/26/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Hi Nicole, I enjoyed it!
You are extremely talented at forms - this one is beautifully honest.
Thank you for the compliments, Tumblewords and Sweet Talking Guy.
Sometimes, I look at forms as a path in which to place my stones…any stones I want…and then take a poetry walk. These stones fell into place pretty easily.
-Nicole
i just love intimate personal poems.. this was great… oh to have a summer like that again……
had to smiling at the reminiscing of young summers…. summer contained mischief… yes,indeed, it does… can’t wait for the summer that’s starting here… beautiful sunny days…
Thank you, piece of pie and paisley. I will never forget that summer - I was grown, just in college, and I felt as if the world was my oyster. I’m glad you enjoyed this poem.
-Nicole
The ghost of summers past often pays us a visit.
I resurrect my ghosts, torment them into talking, then steal their words for a poem, then send them off into the darkness again. Thanks for stopping by, stan.
-Nicole