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End Of Summer

                                  the sun has fallen —
                                  sits the rose in my ribcage,
                                  travelling cool scent 
                                  breakfast leftovers on my
                                  sweater, terminal but sweet
                                 
                                  dew makeup with ice
                                  the slow end of growing things
                                  stop before he barks
                                  dogwood and pine both empty —
                                  needles stick more, more than leaves

                                  the sun has fallen —
                                  orange skies now have this dark,
                                  heart's too red soft skin —
                                  the forest sliding from her
                                  a mummy pulling at wool

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Rowena Velasco Date: 9/11/2025 7:05:00 PM This is beautifully melancholic—your imagery captures the bittersweet hush of summer fading. Login to Reply

Charlotte Puddifoot Date: 9/6/2025 5:11:00 AM wonderful tanka sequence - 'sits the rose in my ribcage' what a line! you're such an accomplished writer..thx for your continued support of my work :) Login to Reply

Hilda Greenhough Date: 9/3/2025 2:24:00 PM An interesting array of tanks. I like how each one tells of a phase of summer's end. It's enjoyable to read. Login to Reply

CayCay Jennings Date: 9/2/2025 9:42:00 PM Now this painted a picture that I felt. A Wow from me to you. Poetry hugs ... CayCay Login to Reply

Sotto Poet Date: 9/2/2025 8:14:00 AM Paige, your writing is amazing. I completely agree with what you said. Blessings Login to Reply

Sam Kauffman Date: 9/1/2025 2:11:00 PM Like you I have a terrible time letting go of summer. Wonderfully written, Paige. I really resonate with your words. Blessings! BTW - My dry cleaner and I are on a first name basis! Blessings! Login to Reply

Nette Onclaud Date: 9/1/2025 12:03:00 PM love the progression of your thoughts ..so fluent is your reflection of a season ending paige! Login to Reply

Andrea Dietrich Date: 9/1/2025 10:44:00 AM I don't like summer ending. You sound like me with the leftovers on your sweater. I am such a messy eater Login to Reply Paige Hind Date: 9/3/2025 5:11:00 PM Hey Andrea! I meant the scent of a rose as breakfast leftovers...now "the sun has fallen" :) <3

Victor Buhagiar Date: 9/1/2025 1:47:00 AM Dear Paige, your poetry fascinates me. I loved it. Well done. Login to Reply

Ghairo Daniels Date: 8/30/2025 9:29:00 PM Paige, I admire your awesome ability to put fragments together in an untogether highly piercing way. This one is cutting edge commentary. I guess God-Goddess is having a good old laugh at your commentary on His-Her artistry. Orange sky now has this dark heart’s too red soft skin ~ who wouldn’t love your body for what it is with a heart so red. Oom shanti ! Login to Reply

Kim Rodrigues Date: 8/30/2025 7:58:00 PM sits the rose in my ribcage… a mummy puling at wool… as always interesting imagery…emotive! Login to Reply Paige Hind Date: 8/31/2025 12:11:00 PM Oh, me too, ! LOL Hugs Kim Rodrigues Date: 8/31/2025 11:56:00 AM Yup…I read mine several times even after posting. Hugs Paige Hind Date: 8/30/2025 10:40:00 PM Hey! I made a typo- it's "pulling" lol- <3 :)