August full moon (Photo credit: Stelios Kiousis)
Beyond the rooftops
lies a sea of blue,
pale as eggshells,
delicate in this August wind.
I walk, a Lou Reed song
playing from an open window
to the battered, mid-summer trees.
Their leaves hiss,
a rosette of darkened green,
swirling into another perfect day
caught in the moment,
in the sun shining
reflecting off the dandelion heads
bright and yellow as unbroken yolk.
I can’t recall the names
of the raindrops that fell,
the streaming sky
overcast and thunderous
in another cycle of the moon.
© 2012 Louise Hastings
Ah, my dear Louise, the vivid images and brilliant turns of phrase make me feel like I’m walking hand in hand with you on this journey. “Can’t recall the names of the raindrops that fell…” simply brilliant!
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Thank you, dear Joe!!! I love that you love my poem! *oodles of hugs*
xox
This is beautifully written…thank you!
Thank you for reading!
I always feel like I’ll dream better after reading your beautiful poetry.
Thank you <3
Thank you!
So dreamy and beautiful !
I walk, a Lou Reed song
what a cool line that is…and not remembering the name of the raindrop…love that…and the symbolism that goes with it…smiles…
The words evoke a subtle ethereal – environmental attitude that reveals itself as a delicate emotional projection of the imagery, beautifully midnight, it’s a brilliant piece.
Can’t recall the names of the raindrops that fell…exquisite piece of verse!!
Beautiful, vivid, mood creator – stunningly good.
I came back to revisit and enjoyed it all over again
As always, Louise, you tie human emotion like colored ribbons into the hair of nature, and the whole is indelibly beautiful and serene. I especially like the Lou Reed getting into something so laid back and almost pastoral.
Dandelions as yellow as unbroken eggs, love that. A really warm and pleasing read.
so lilting and lovely… and yes, much better to remember the names of sunbeams and dandelions….
now I suddenly have the urge to listen to Lou Reed
A beautiful poem with a fantastic soundtrack!
my imagination takes such a special flight every time i read you. love the idea of raindrops having names, that made me smile~ thank you as always for your poetic brilliance, Louise~
Louise–this sings summer. Gorgeous.
Love the picture you have painted here, with words of color and motion..really like it.
I love Lou Reed’s Perfect Day – you capture the magic of summer rain so evocatively
Your poems always feel like the most translucent porcelain – full of iridescence and moonshine.
Dandelions bright and yellow as unbroken yolk…your words are always delicate…yet the imagry is strong and lingers…that seems to be your strength…delicacy… Lovely, as always, L.
xo
A delicate enchantment, Louise– lovely– xj http://parolavivace.blogspot.com
We dream in the images you create for us….so beautiful
I love how you put words together… I’m walking with you… so real
so beautiful..my fav part was the …I can’t recall the names
of the raindrops that fell…how cool is that to think they had names…love it louise
Thank you, everyone for your really lovely comments…I really do appreciate them
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I really, really like this Louise. This is my kind of poem, observant, beautiful, heartfelt writing which puts you right im the moment. Mmwah.
lol ~ thank you, Andy! Nice to see you again
I love love love the line “I can’t recall the names of the raindrops that fell”
This was magical. Truly.
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All the raindrops are called Fred
Jokes aside, this is a really lovely poem. It makes me think it is a journal of your own walk that day. I wonder is that where our best poems come from, the micro journeys in our daily lives?