A Perfect Summer Night by auntietk
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A Perfect Summer Night
In the heat of August
When the days in town are barely bearable
Night winds off the sea
Cool the air
Chase the bugs away
She sits on the porch
Looking out across the water
Invisible in the dark
But for the path of the moon
Music drifts through an open window
He appears with freshly made coffee for two
And a shawl against the coming chill
It was a day filled with old friends
Fresh summer food
Love and conversation
Laughter and stories
They sip their coffee
Talk, laugh, fall silent
Comfortable together in the night
The moon beats a path to their door
Showing the way into tomorrow
And the promise of another
Perfect summer night
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The challenge topic in the Writer's Gallery for August is "A Perfect Summer Night." Everyone is welcome to participate. It's not a contest, only a challenge to see what you can come up with given a specific topic. Fiction, non-fiction, poetry ... any form you like is just fine!
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Cover art done in ArtRage and CS5
Comments (13)
durleybeachbum
Superb.
jmb007
jolie
kgb224
Wonderful writing Tara. God bless.
Faemike55
Very nice
wysiwig
Sounds like paradise. A lucky lady, whoever she is.
Adobe_One_Kenobi
I love summer nights, but so do the mosquitoes :) Good writing sweetie.
bobrgallegos
Outstanding narrative really sets up this beautiful scene!!
RodS
Indeed, your prose paints a wonderful picture of the perfect summer's night. Well done, Tara!
Wolfenshire
That is the kind of evening I remember, beside the ocean, the sound of the waves, a perfect breeze... oh how I do miss the ocean.
KarmaSong
Superb and evocative .
anmes
AND HOW1 LOVELY IMAGE
Chipka
I love evenings like those (but nobody ever brought me a shawl against the oncoming chill...I did get cuddles and a bottle of some plum-flavored rocket-fuel, along with some suspiciously Polish cookies. This poem brought that back to me, and I love the strength of the imagery; even the mood seems visual, if that makes any kind of sense. It's so serene, so calm! So perfect! This also reminds me of a prose poem in that there's a kind of prose-like narrative, a progression as well as a mood, and yet this is a poem through and through. Yeah. This rocks on multiple levels, and I love the simple, elegant image too! The whole thing is deliciously evocative.
anahata.c
Tara, there are lots of images I wanted to comment on, but I'm over 2 hours now, and I have to go. But, though your newer street shots are calling out to me (some are totally new to me), I don't want to end without doing this piece. I want do do a few other pieces of your writing, but at least I'll do this because it's your most recent, and it's the most recent Writers theme too. (There's also a stunning Mimosa image, a beautiful Yamamoto image, and others, which I'll do in the next session.) The poem zeroes in on a moment, the moment "after" the night is done; a moment in which infinity unfolds. It's gentle, but infinite. And dear. You take us in, via the heat, quickly move us from the city (in thought only) and into where you are, in a cooler more peaceful splendid august night at home. You grace it with a cool breeze, sweeping away the bugs. You don't have too many long lines, but in the first stanza (where the 2d line is long), you follow it with short thought-feelings. Little pats on the back to let us down from the thought of a hot city night. (And b's---barely bearable, and bugs. Sound rhyme which is like gentle strokes.) Then you take us to the core of the poem: She relaxing after the night, and he's coming in with coffee and shawl. Then the reflection on the day and evening, with another long line followed by short lines, 'pats'---fresh summer food/love and converstation, etc; completions. And after a quiet painting of the two people together, you bring in the larger picture again, ending it in promise. (Two p's which work for me to help close the poem---in 'promise' and 'perfect'.) A complete journey in 6 stanzas, starting with the large, moving in on two people after a full day, reflecting, relaxing, surrounded by sweet memories and activities. And ending in pathways of the infinite...Beautifully written, nothing in excess, and evoking a very big experience we've all had in an intimate jewel of a piece. Beautifully done, Tara. (I have a piece for the theme, a re-working of a piece from the 80s. But it's so crazy and silly, I haven't decided if I should post it or not. Anyway, you and Chip did a wonderful job, as always.) Great commenting here again!