June sunrise, calling e, f, e, f, g, g
June sunrise, calling e, f, e, f, g, g
beckons me
to write
words
upon this space
reminds
me
of a woman
I once knew
one look
from her
would take
me to this place
where words
emerge
to shape
a humble rhyme
I give myself
to poetry
and
time.
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I share this moment with you. The notes are just right for summer solstice.
Jim, just right for summer solstice–I never would have imagined that. Thank you….
I like your poems about writing.
Jane, writing is always on my mind and I appreciate the fact that you like the words. Thanks…
A summer song played on only the high notes.
K., I must confess that I was on my front porch and I called out the last stanza of a sonnet and the two lines that rhyme to complete the form. I take it to be a found poem of sorts. Thanks…
So good!
Geri, you are so good to believe so…