In the poem “Summermelon” two characters – the super-hero of pre-used words and Watermelon Boy – spit pips.
“Another Summer’s Day” – a poem from this time last year about balmy summer temperatures that taunt you when you’re in the office.
I love the illustrative image so much that I’ve set it once again as my personal FB profile pic over this warm summer season. The slightly saucy, deceptively demure water nymphette resonates with me.
Posted this time last year, “Conversation” is a poem about a balmy summer scene.
In which the superhero of pre-used words makes a re-appearance The superhero of pre-used words met watermelon boy. It was summer. They had pips to spit But also fruit to eat and The superhero of pre-used words and watermelon boy arrived at the driveway, 3 quite sharp. Between them half a shell of watery sweet summer joy “You first!" The superhero of pre-used words has met with Watermelon Boy. They spit pips at the wall A noun; a verb; too many adjectives The adverbs sweetly steep the fruit. They ingest those. It’s how it’s done, not what, that counts. The superhero of pre-used words and melon boy spit pips – the champion is melon boy his best is 2m .03 (quite impressive!) On a sunny Sunday the watermelon pips hit leftover rinds – green happy smiles
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On the verge of blue,
it goes for grey
brings 16°C instead of heat.
A midday change of mind: the afternoon
turns kindly, warm
to swims in ponds and lemon sorbet
if it weren’t a Wednesday workday.
London, July 2013
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toes ran free from socks shins bared their flanks shoulders undressed their cheeks to receive warmth’s kisses Swans passed on their water-fed passage. Yes, nodded heads in the flowerbeds, this is summer sunshine in Regent’s Park.
13 – 14 July, 2013
Enjoy the blissful summer weather, if you’re circa London-towne. Drink water; wear a hat; put on sunblock. Let your toes and shins and shoulders enjoy the sunshine. The animals and plants are all smiling at us humans, “See, they’ve finally realised that being in a park is quite the place to be.”
Put away your laptop or phone, and simply sit under a tree.
That is poetry enough.
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