(for Stephen)
There’s a certain point in summer
when it feels like it’ll last forever
a dazed mix of complacency and lethargy
when everything is tired
from the gardens, to the dogs, to our senses.
Satiated perhaps, but it’s something more,
a sense we have arrived at the peak of the peak season,
the fullness of Leo,
in all his solar glory,
and what can top that?
Of course this is about the exact time the nights get cooler,
we notice the peak has passed,
and winter approaches
with all those chores undone.
So is life....
in all its simplicity,
and yet with this endless cycle of seasons
the endless cycle of human ups and downs also churns on,
all the things that
naturally arise in our habitual
dualistic mind.
And this is far more taxing and exhausting
than the external heat and dust and smoke,
exhausting and overwhelming,
at least for me.
So a good friend tells me something today
he probably didn’t make up
but just as easily as anyone could have;
“Everything you need you can get from a single exhalation.”
(Originally published in my 3rd book, Sun Made Flesh and Fiber, 2019)
Lousy cruise is finally over.
We didn't visit a single freakin' island.
Should have gone Peak Season.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
POTD November 19, 2025
First blush fountain azimuth of hued rays
wet patio shrub basket in the haze
zealous heartland tower cry as life force
celebrate and savour August rare days
Magenta skylines cluster silken clouds
blue ocean colour eyes that worship shrouds
a fancy surreal canvass so divine
it mesmerises jubilant bright crowds
Summer fun arcades stoke our dream world mind
gasps of red tint bliss a peak season find
earthbound poise dilates refulgent cascade
rocking beach tune fare blurs dark strain purblind
Sapphire plinths that anchor stoic ambit
vision on parade my high rise gambit
traipse amid the dahlia euphoric
seventh heaven rapture’s cloud nine orbit
OFFERING OF PANSY
Plucked at peak season, her blossom’s open -
Cleo, short for Cleopatra – brunette.
Her bloomer’s heart, displayed, shows she’s hope’n.
Hands him a pink pansy – eyes haven’t met.
Whistling inside, collar tight, he’s grope’n,
With fright. Cleo’s bold and brash, wide open!
2/1/2017
Laura Loo's A Rhyme In 60
20 July 2010
At The Other Side
Into the other side of the world, July is cold
Southern hemisphere relinquish magical winter time
Beautiful polar lights display in the sky as manifold
Of a dancing spirits doing a mime
An early desire to feel good tidings of great joy
To believe that Saint Nicholas will visit ahead of time
Excited to embellish the house with a ploy
Christmas decors to ingest sharing as of prime
A time to celebrate a mimicked Christmas
From December been moved for this month
Announcing Christmas sale, we go shopping with an adrenaline rush
A peak season also for skiing on snow field’s slant
Serve enticing foods in the table
Welcoming orange and marmalade roast
A honey and mustard glazed ham so palatable
A champagne and canapés proposing a toast
7th place to "CHRISTMAS" in July" (FOR MEN ONLY) Contest
Contest Date: 7/26/2010
Sponsored by: Sweetheart of Poetry Soup
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