Moonbeams danced
Across dark waters
Rippling in the breeze
The lake ever so placid
Played at ease
Reeds stood like sentinels
Guarding the night scene
Frogs sang their song
Wooing stars brightly seen
Waterlilies slumbered
Cradled upon petals afloat
He smiled at his sweetheart
And let drift the boat.
Still possible to sit out late if you wish. July is really nice season of the year, and I love to sit out at picnic table and relax with a cup of iced tea. Sometimes it is so lonely though since Tom died. Noone comes to sit out with me. Mom and my neighbor Faye used to sit out on the 4 seater swing til almost 2 a.m. in the olden days when no air conditioners were to be had. Fun talks we had, of course, I was just a teenager. Now Mom is dead and Faye is 88 and lives with her daugher 1 1/2 away from me. Sometimes we even pulled out our mattresses and slept out in cooling breeze. Tom always suggested we sleep outdoor under the stars, but we never did. We had the air conditioner to run.
Reviewed by Russ Okamura (Reader)
Reviewed on October 21, 2006
Now this is a very poetic piece. Your words danced with rhythm and rhyme and painted an artistic picture within my mind. Applause!
Makes me recall a night my husband and I sat for hours along side the lake...talking...reliving...remembering...enjoying. This is wonderful..can't wait to read more...Blessings Joyce Bowling
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so romantic.......I felt like floating.....beautiful and sweet....makes me think of the gay 90's....innocence.....and anticipation........well told :) pax A
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Bravo!
John Michael
Excellent.
Amira
so romantic.......I felt like floating.....beautiful and sweet....makes me think of the gay 90's....innocence.....and anticipation........well told :) pax A
B&R
Sorry I haven't been around to read more lately as I have been in and out of the hospital.
peace during these dog days of summer,
carolyn
A romantic singing of Nature's wonders in "July Night" makes this a poem of excellence to be a heart's ode to a loved one.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Love Tinka
Love, Rhonda
Joy
You and I must be in frog and flower mode today...not to
mention WATER.
Very romantic and endearing...
You set the scene perfectly..
Blessings
Peter
Susan
Regis
Excellent imagery and my imagination can fill in what's happening in the boat adrift. Very nice.
Cynthia