Summer Blues

 

Blue notes cry
From inside the bar
Out across the bay.
The summer heat
About to break,
As thunder calls
On the rain
To wash the streets.
To sweep away
The worries of the everyday,
That never touch
This foreign shore
This island floating
In impossibility.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Originally Published 26 July 2016

Summer Blues

Day 23 of my review of the last twelve months, and a reminder for those in the northern hemisphere that it isn’t always this cold…

Made of sticks and stones

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Blue notes cry
From inside the bar
Out across the bay.
The summer heat
About to break,
As thunder calls
On the rain
To wash the streets.
To sweep away
The worries of the everyday,
That never touch
This foreign shore
This island floating
In impossibility.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Summons You Away

The summer sun summons you away
Like a mirage dancing
First there and then gone,
To reappear again over there.
A between times moment,
False trail, just glimpsed
Out of the corner of the eye.
 
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Sadness (Summertime)

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Clouds,
Gathering of tears,
Obscuring
Obsidian, shroud of feeling
Keeping us apart,
That sun and I.

Pathways,
In shadow hides the fear.
Serpent,
Scarlet warning
Of the dangers.
Between the sun and I

Burdens.
The weight I bear,
Dread
Darkness waiting.
Shunned by the light
In the setting of the sun.
 
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Lotus Eaters

 

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Gentle sway, summer breeze,
These moments alone
In a crowd when thoughts leave me be.
Just the sound of laughter, clinking glasses
And a child’s cry combining
With the wind that whispers through the trees.
The sun is in your eyes I know
Obscuring your thoughts from mine.
As effective as an eclipse
This bliss that floats in the air
On summer nights like these.
 
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UN-Living is Easy

I could un-live in unison
With all those dwelling down holes.
Lost within the rhythm of the swamp
Unwilling to swallow the poison
Offered by the medicine man.
Staying trapped inside the wheel,
The eighteen ’til seventy-five comfort
Of a paycheck and a pain deep in the gut,
And the bitter acceptance that the boss
Really does get paid to know less than me.

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 One of these mornings
You’re going to rise up singing
Then you’ll spread your wings
And take to the sky
 
Summertime, Porgy & Bess