For this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge, “A summer walk in the sunshine,” I took a couple of pictures in my backyard. I’ve shared the most interesting one. 🙂 There were also a lot of sunflowers still, so I’m including an older photo of our sunflowers. It wasn’t much of a walk, but I did explore my backyard. It some spots it is a little like a jungle.
The photo above inspired a poem:
Surfeit of ideas
Branching out and reaching others --
This week’s sijo is inspired by summer. I also thought about Fandango’s word for today, “scorch.” I could probably write something better, but I’m decently happy with this, and at least it’s something. 🙂 Pretty true to my summer experience.
As temperatures outside climb past 90, become scorching,
Intensity of my family’s love of air-conditioning,
Makes this one of the coldest seasons, when experienced.
Edit: I just wrote a second sijo.
Strawberries ripening, almost more quickly than we can eat, Peaches colored like sunrise, days starting early due to much light, And memories, of other reasons to love this season.
For example, swimming, or in my case, playing in the water. I don’t do that anymore.
For DVerse’s Haibun Monday, for which the theme is the summer or winter (depending on which side of the equator you live on) solstice.I’m happy to write for this. 🙂
Will the sun stand still? I'm not ready for the days to start shortening, gradual as is may be. It's scary because I want to stay happy. This past week has been a medical miracle, a blessing, and/or a stroke of luck; but like the solstice it may only be brief. Mood, like time, moves like the waves at the beaches -- which I might like to visit soon.
walking -- grains of sand
Brian’s prompt for this week, which I didn’t even look at until this morning, is “Fleeting Beauty,” as you could guess from the title. 🙂 He suggests the haiku form for this topic (which works in my favor because I was short on time). I do agree that a brief, often nature-based form like the haiku is effective for this theme.
I took it in a different direction, though, since I’ve been at work a lot and am getting inspiration from the lovely, delicious, ephemeral, consumable works of Italian-ice-and-frozen-custard art! Without any further ado, here is:
Chocolate custard tops
Birthday cake ice, with sprinkles
Melts soon in the sun
If I want to look deeper into this poem, I could say that the “birthday cake ice” represents the passage of time, years going by as someone gets older. Although I probably am about to have another mid-life crisis, all it really “represents” is what I ate this afternoon. XD
For DVerse’s Haibun Monday today, we are considering summer. I have been thinking lately that the summer season really should start before the summer solstice, maybe on June 1st. 🙂
I remember the excitement of mid-June: class parties, signing yearbooks, summer break coming soon. Family vacations we used to take, big birthday parties with cake and other celebrations, Fourth-of-July fireworks. Completely carefree days. And then, the dread of another August ending.
remember those days,
summertime the pinnacle
of kids' existence
The best marshmallow
Is the kind lit on fire,
Golden-brown is overrated
Patience not needed for
The most delicious s'more:
Sandwiched 'twixt two
Graham crackers with rich
Chocolate, its sugar melts into
A gooey mess, highlight
Of a happy summer's night.
This is for DVerse Poetics’s prompt, “Always in Season.” It turns out that, a few months ago, I wrote a different poem about an orange, which is interesting because I don’t like oranges that much. Nevertheless, they are evidently full of juicy inspiration!
I peeled an orange and found
Joy, inside that rough exterior peel,
Bordering on obnoxious with that summery citrus scent,
Joy in the juice which covered my fingers,
In the pulp which found its way
Under each one of my fingernails —
I peeled an orange and grabbed
Happiness, full of ripeness, because I wasn’t
Looking overly intently for it.
Hard to sustain this August heat:
I hope the temperature will not beat
100 degrees, wish it would stop
At 90 tops — but thankfully
The air-conditioning runs breezily,
A saving grace from summer sun,
It’s glorious and helpful hum.
For this prompt about autumn. It was nice to write about that season before we’re in it, kind of a fun idea. 🙂
“I am coming soon,” September whispers
From inside a relief-filled breeze
One August evening: She takes her time,
Letting the last days of summer languish,
Preparing to arrive on the scene
Wearing a dress of red and yellow leaves.