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Summer Sufaces
Contributed by
zenith66
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Thursday, 9th April 2009 @ 10:24:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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The over-blue is full of noise, and bottomless, summer sinks its
Humid teeth into the sky, boiling tons of barely breathable air,
Dynamic flotillas of white clouds graze the illusory crown of sun,
The garden is a greenhouse, a sultry square walled hell,
No siestas here, just oppressive rays per square inch,
Squeezing perspiration from humans, full of sleep,
Somewhere, a lawnmower is growling hypnotically,
I envision the horrendous jaw, mauling a distant lawn,
The trees are as tall as ever, breathless, lethargic giants,
These are the thought filled hours, the high noon blue that
Summons the inner eye, we imagine piece, love and fantastical notions,
Daydreams flit in and out of existence, a sea of flowers….
Copyright ©
zenith66
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2009-04-09 10:24:59]
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Re: Summer Sufaces
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by Scribbler on
Thursday, 9th April 2009 @ 11:51:37 AM AEST
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Wow.. I love the imagery in this piece.
Extremely nice write x |
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Re: Summer Sufaces
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 12th April 2009 @ 11:22:27 AM AEST
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zenith, you never fail to impress. I am always in awe over your descriptions. Have you ever tried writing a novel?
This piece, in particular is exceptionally good. I could feel the humidity in the air, stifling breathing; the smell
of the grass as it meets the fate of whizzing blades; the sounds and sights of winged creatures pollenating, mating
and building homes. I actually began to perspire at the thought of the heat on the back of my neck. You have once
again described in perfect clarity, "a day in the life"--this time of summer, with all it's sticky, humid sufferings.
(I can hardly wait!! lol)
Exceptional, as always. You need to publish, my friend!
~ Breezy
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