Fading Summer

Hello Trina, Thank you for this comment. I'm listening to Prince Roger Nelson singing "When Doves Cry" while reading "And There were Three" Suppose there's worse things a guy could be up to on a Saturday night. "] -Richard

Hi Gary, Thank you for this inspirational comment. Your name and avatar piqued my memory of the poem you wrote back in April 2021. "Miss Amelia Havisham's Garden Shed", read aloud by Line. Even the abridged copy of Charles Dickens' novel 'Great Expectations' appeared daunting to me as required high school reading. But the pages fly by if you identify with any of the characters as many do. -Richard

Hello Moon, Thanks for this comment. What I hope for someday in some way, someone remembers somebody special. Someone they thought they'd lost but only forgot. -Richard

Hello Valsa, Thank you for this comment. Have a wonderful Saturday evening friend. -Richard

Hello Andrea, Thank you, and thank you again for Ooh la la. I told my brother about you and your amazing journey through PS. -Richard

Malabika, Thank you for leaving this comment. Always wonder at the meaning of names people carry around all of their lives. Malabika "one who is adorned with flowers" Sanskrit Best wishes for a happy Autumn, -Richard

Hi Hilda, Thank you for this, it's much appreciated! -Richard

Hi Paige, Thank you for this, I was very surprised as you could imagine. Some days seems you throw every line in the water and get only a few nibbles. Then on a rare cast you reel in a whopper on Mister Ronco's Pocket Fisherman, it's crazy. -Richard

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Linda, Thank you for that comment. Important for me to mention to you that I've always enjoyed the curious stare of that wide-eyed avatar owl. -Richard

Hello Brandy, Thank you for your thoughtful insight. I'll miss last summer I fear. Just not now, not today. -Richard

Hi Daniel, Thank you for this eye catching comment. "the strange mercy of forgetting" I think I could get used to that. On thr subject of memory, I read that Egyptians believed that a person dies twice: once when their physical body dies and again when their name is spoken for the last time. -Richard

Paula, Thank you for this poetic response! Although this Summer went by so quickly, I'm thankful for family' memories. Wish you a wonderful day of writing as well. -Richard

Hello Unseeking, Thank you for this comment. From my perspective; hard to know where one's going without looing back at others who took a similar path. -Richard

Kim, Thank you for this comment. Since I am a Dad (love how you capitalized) I'm a bit curious about those seasons. Perhaps I'll find the answer in your poems. Like the poem "Those We Love". At the end of the day we only have each other. -Richard

Hello Regina, Thank you for your comment. In reply to Andrea I mentioned; always other wonderful poems waiting their day. Your poem "Fear Is Gone" is one of them. Hate to fall down the rabbit hole of leaving comments. I never left one for you. Of course I can fix this. But I also want to share this POTD with yours. May God bless you too. -Richard

Hi Sara, Thank you for the comment. I've watched with much interest your poetry's meteoric rise on PoetrySoup. Feel this second day of Autumn is a lucky one, for no other reason than you never know if it's your last. Sorry for being so chatty. Similar to my comment to Tania - "Every dog has its..." And I hope this one is good to you. -Richard

Hi Tania, Thank you for the comment. Every dog has its day. I hope this one is good to you. -Richard

Hello Anne-Lise, Thank you, fond memories of that frost. Though not of the Boreal forests of Norway. Maybe someday... Fall and Winter are great teachers. Can't help but feel a little sadness for those who live in other latitudes where seasons rarely change. -Richard

Hi Andrea, Big thank you first, this poem was hurried, I'm sure you can tell. But I had nothing else to give, maybe you can relate. I'm just as sure someone else worked very hard to tell a story through wonderful poetry and is probably more deserving. But there's absolutely a reason to the rhyme. -Richard

Hi CayCay, Thank you for this and you're right. Poetry comes from someplace and much of mine of late; giving individuals a voice who can no longer speak for themselves. This poem is a poor attempt to begin to tell the story of a young woman who died in 2023. She was laid to rest in an ancient graveyard not far from the Danube River. -Richard

Morning Heidi, Thank you, it's so nice to hear from you! -Richard