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As Lovers Go

When Summer starts her transitory reign, King Sun, her beau, has steadily ascended, brightening a sky that, for a time, shall be his lovely mistress’ domain. He reaches out his welcoming warm rays across the span of Summer’s first official day, lengthening them just as far as he is allowed so he may well receive his paramour, enveloping her in the fullest of his golden grand embraces. But when night descends, Sun’s power wanes. His wife, a goddess, the fair and steadfast Luna, arrives to spell her king, along with her attendants, a host of radiant stars. Meanwhile, Mistress Summer softly slumbers, faintly breathing out the warmth that Sun has wrapped her in. So even in the dark’s coolness, she prevails. In the dewy dawn, when she awakes, Summer sees the beauty of her lover’s light and eagerly, she spurs her King Sun on. No two were ever so well-matched as these, for both heat up the days with their consuming ardor till the time of the equinox when Summer is exiled for nine months, to have her rebirth in the following year. And year after year, for what could be eternity, Sun bides his time, for he has many lovers. . . But as lovers go, it’s Summer who’s most expert at inciting the passion in his soul. by andrea dietrich/ Motif is nature. Also romance For the Impress Me Contest III of Giorgio V.


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Sailing Away

Were I a sailboat traveling at sea 
All alone with no one but me 
My masts would creak , the decks rock gently beneath my feet 
The hiss of my bow slice thru the waves ,
the tang of the ocean spray as I watch the wake paving the way
 Billowing white sails puffed out in  the summer breeze
And onward I would go merrily out to sea
No use for the land , just wild and free

The dolphins would come and play
The seaweed hang out all day 
Overhead the sky prefers  blue , but sometimes grey 
nothing but me , the sun and the summer rain
The reflections play across the water
The waves lap gently on my bow
No use for the land , just me here and now


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Surfboard

Underneath me the water                                                                                                                    Churns in anticipation                                                                                                                                      I wait for the wave             
That will push me forward.     
The spray of the water          
 Keeps me moist     
 I surge forward
Balanced on the wall of water
Exhilaration floods through me
I am racing towards the sandy beach
Then your feet stumble
I feel your weight disappear
I am thrown into the ocean
Tossed about mercilessly
Keeping a grip on your leg
I bob to the surface
Discouraged, you paddle
Heading for the shore
You lift me up
And carry me away
Now I am waiting
In the dark, in the dust
When you try again
Try to tame the waves
I will be ready
I am always ready
I long for the thrill
Of riding the foam
Hurry up, I plead
Hurry up and try again


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THE BRAVE MAN STANDS - THE COWARD LEAVES

THE   BRAVE   MAN   STANDS    -     THE   COWARD   LEAVES.

I  stood  watching  the first snowflake’s  battle action : 
First of a horde – a  first-flake  trumpeter  announcing 
The immense white horde’s  cold intention 
Of riding roughshod  and merciless over everything,

Last  week  my friendly  leaves burned gold,
But their cold heat was an illusion,
No warm defence ‘gainst the winter cold.
Theirs  was no  flame of defensive passion

It  was  a  mere seeming  fire-moat, 
But  a dying fire, not burning - just the yellow 
Of coward leaves running and turning coat   
At  the  hint of a  white army  certain to follow.

Cold golden souls trembled as wind bit their shape,  
And to the air they  wildly took, fleeing,  trying to escape –
Tumbling in panic for a while, rising slowly  to drop  like tears.
Above the wood  for another mile  then  fell to rest with  craven peers.

Widely then under the  boughs of laden yellow leaf 
Spread a  sorry carpet  of brave summer come to  grief.
They  were  blown to the river - not to flame ,
But with dampened ardour   to run  ungainly, with shame,

And  float ignominiously,  and collect their coward fellows
In unranked masses  at the slack  black shallows.
Among the faded reeds and river weeds
Hiding  their terror  and their coward’s deeds

Where brave summer had reigned in wood and  river
Now only poltroons  were  seen to shiver.
They fled  on the run  out of the wood -
Fair weather friends abandoning me  as I stood.