Best Introspectionsummer Poems
I.
I don't observe
the day between
the summer solstice
and a midsummer's eve
anymore
I've abandoned the rituals
that commemorate
a shift in season,
my over-ripening years
and celebrate
my sickening sense
of hope.
II.
By day, I could apply
a defensive membrane,
an anti-cancer cocoon
to protect me
from the shrapnel spewed
from a blooming sun
but night permeates my skin
and wishing stars curl up beneath
like a thousand tumors
challenging fonder memories
with disappointments
and memos about
shrinking days.
III.
Midsummer crepuscules
open sour-lighted wounds
and drip watercolor ghosts
down the sky
leading my desire back
down
to withering earth
and into an arid darkness
blistered
with promissory dimes
and a thick, weeping moon
that can't forget how to cry
over nothing.
IV.
I still crave so much
the hope
of quickening molasses
and the warmth
of long, rum fingers
from fermenting skies
but the sun-poisoned aches
of famine and fullness
always alternate
a layer of sun
over a layer of sin.
V.
I'm contaminated
by an anonymous hunger
that spoils the wine of day,
and curdles the milk of midnight
I reap
love, laughter, happiness
the crops of heaven
but they never satisfy
always turning tides of emptiness
on my tongue
erasing summer sun
with doomsday shadow.
VI.
Give me the gift of Heaven,
a contentment sterilized coma,
a throne in the cusp of Gemini and Cancer
and I might wish instead
for a pyre in Hell.
A summer that was long waited for, was filled with
deaths, scorching heat, and a floundering economy,
that keeps spiraling into the deep,
People are fussier than they have ever been before,
because they feel that there isn't any help in store,
They feel they are being ignored by the current
Administration.
For the first time in years, citizens are realizing
their fears,
Amidst the beauty of flowering blooms and blue skies,
the frazzled and stressed cry,
jolted by the sudden reality of life being so unfamiliar,
that residents don't even recognize the times
they are living in.
A sorrowful summer came knocking,
A memory of the Depression from many years ago,
where emotions ranged from high to low,
with some wishing they could forego,
the tedious ritual of living lives that
have become so complex.
A summer that has exposed a gloomy
future for the young,
Yet we keep pressuring them to be strong
and to keep trudging along,
When no one has any clues or answers
for a prosperous future.......