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Friday, July 08, 2011


Unwary laughter stirs the languid air:
The weary robins interlace their yawns
Unbidden breezes charm our tickled arms,
meandering toward the heaven's stair.

The shadows of the trees are barely there;
the limpid flowers rest their lurid shawls -
In viscous resignation, stilled and calm,
Warm oxygen absorbs our every care.

As Artemis is dying all the clouds,
Apollo closes up his pearly gate.
The final sun-kissed photons scintillate
as conversation takes its final bow:
these summer hours sedately dissipate,
and Mother Nature packs away her day.


  1. Yes! Very good indeed. I especially like the second quatrain and the last four lines. But you set the scene quite well throughout -- and while the robins may be yawning, this reader (awake at four in the morning) has cause to applaud!

  2. Well, you have quite a way with words yourself, Mr. Dylan. :)

  3. I just discovered your site (very late, apparently!) via Stephen at A Momentary Taste of Being, and I've subscribed to the feed. Your commitment to formalism may make a few people (including some teachers and profs) roll their eyes, but keep at it; you're giving yourself one heck of an education in precise English diction (and obviously, you're having a blast).

  4. I certainly am having a blast - especially with all those wonderful comments. Thanks, Jeff. :)


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

Thanks, Wordle!