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Edge of Summer

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squandered moments of July
slip subito through my fingers,
time personifies, gets hungry
and I am its prey
its always been this way

blight has taken the tomatoes
again, spring dreams deadened
and withering herbs will get
more than their wish
tonight, torrential style

“dark and foreboding”, he says
as he gambles on grilling
under gun metal skies
and here I lie, glaring at August
daring me into the fall

should I be moved by hues of gold
embrace the turn of nature’s path?
I resist, holding fast, for
Autumn’s shifty ways have
pulled me off the edge of summer


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24 responses »

  1. and here I lie, glaring at August
    daring me into the fall
    should I be moved by hues of gold”
    Gorgeous.

    Love these lines as well:
    “slip subito through my fingers”
    “time personifies, gets hungry
    and I am its prey”
    “withering herbs will get
    more than their wish
    tonight, torrential style”
    “gun metal skies”

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  2. Mish, this is gorgeous. I completely relate to it, feel excited by it, and love how you tell me that time personified is hungry. Really fun read.

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  3. Well the gun metal sky has been this: dark and foreboding. Take good care of those plants as we head into the end of summer. Thanks for hosting dVerse!

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  4. August sure is a trickster. Nice one.

    Much 💚 love

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  5. I am holding on to summer for as long as I can. Autumn will entice us with its allure.

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  6. You express the loss of these late summer days so well. As I face fewer days in my future, I’ve come to realize I miss every day, every season, that slips away.

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  7. *whew* that was close! Got to watch out for that edge!

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  8. Beautiful description, the seasons are quite shifty, but August is too hot for me, someone push me off this edge! 😆

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  9. Wow. I love this. Your words captured my attention. I especially liked these.
    “time personifies, gets hungry
    and I am its prey
    its always been this way”
    “and here I lie, glaring at August
    daring me into the fall”
    “Autumn’s shifty ways have
    pulled me off the edge of summer”

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  10. should I be moved by hues of gold
    embrace the turn of nature’s path?
    I resist, holding fast, for
    Autumn’s shifty ways have
    pulled me off the edge of summer –

    Beautiful lines.

    The poem is full of wonderful imagery.

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  11. Beautifully done Mish, I love the way you are

    ‘glaring at August
    daring me into the fall’

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  12. There are more layers to August angst now – more threat, more anticipation. It doubles the tense inlay of feelings here.

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  13. Summer is the most deceptive season I think. It stretches out forever and then it’s yesterday, like a summer storm. (K)

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  14. I love this, Mish. A beautiful poem, and there are too many wonderful lines to pick out just a few. I do love the personification of August.
    This seasons all seem to be tricksters now though–we get huge storms in months where that never happened before, and the last few weeks have been dry.

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  15. Gorgeous, Mish, every bit of it.

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  16. Beautifully wrought – I have often found myself gobbled in the gaping maw of time. It’s an apt metaphor and the whole piece sings.

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  17. This is stunning, gritty, image led poetry — love the focus on fingers, giving that tactile element.

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  18. I just adore this whole poem, MIsh. The musings behind it, everything I’m seeing through your eyes. I especially love these lines:

    “squandered moments of July
    slip subito through my fingers,
    time personifies, gets hungry
    and I am its prey”

    “and here I lie, glaring at August
    daring me into the fall”

    “I resist, holding fast, for
    Autumn’s shifty ways have
    pulled me off the edge of summer”

    A feast 🙂

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  19. “squandered moments of July
    slip subito through my fingers”

    Beautiful lines! This poem was a treat to read 🙂

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  20. Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES

    Perfectly done. I so relate. I like the idea of time as a predator. The last stanza gave me a goosebump chill!

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  21. A perfect encapsulation of the month

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  22. I love how you have personified August and the feelings it evokes in you.

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