June 9

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It’s hard to fill up this much space,
or loathsome to try.  Another day

of crisp blue sky, and that feeling
of having been here before,

or more like a premonition
of a memory, a medley,

vagueness and clarity,
the patterns under trees,

delineated shadows of leaves
and the breeze, only one

seen directly, the other
inferred, and this

is what
preoccupies me–

 

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6 Comments

  1. Your poetry is so easy to relate to – I feel there isn’t a soul out there who has this vague sense of sunny blue skies, the same trees day after day – like it’ll never go away.

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  2. It’s mm mm good ( : P)
    Loving your summertime poetry. I like the interplay of the concepts of premonition and memory. It’s thought provoking, and rings true.

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    • mm mm good is my kind of compliment 🙂 I am still trying to perfectly pin down that perfect summer day feeling — glad this poem is on the right track

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