“Days of the Dragonfly” by Feby Joseph, “Summertime” by Rie Sheridan Rose, and “Boardwalk, Estival Solstice” by Gary Glauber.
Boardwalk, Estival Solstice
of lily of the valley’s luster
caught in lambent light
of dying sunset
of seasonal change.
all sullen vigor descending,
eager to vent shirtless energy
against warm winds blowing
through restless minds.
Life’s a beach
and then you repine lost loves.
whispers red promises
that swirl and swarm,
to distract and deflect
from the now to then
when anything was possible,
when long days
fueled fitful dreams.
Names became incantations
inducing magic thoughts
of souls intertwined,
and hope of shared delight
fueled sweet aches
of heated yearning.
Now the season itself
slick sleight of mind,
a parlor trick that automatically
deceives and diverts back
to youthful swoon and swagger.
Rie Sheridan Rose
Sweet summertime sweeps in
Upon us like a dowager queen—
Majestic yet cruel,
Meting out pleasure and punishment,
Either, or both, in turn with a
Regal nod of her golden head.
The days melt into each other…
Insouciant children play in sprinklers…
Mothers make lemonade in air-conditioning…
Everyone slows their pace for one brief hour…
Days of the Dragonfly
By Feby Joseph
I am like a dragonfly that lives for a season
I sit by, frozen and watch as the year breezes by –
Watch lovers ponder their paths in autumn
And keep each other warm during winters;
I watch as spring waltzes in an intoxicates the earth;
Coax everything to fall in love once again…
I watch for the first golden hints of summer
When you breeze in with the west winds
On the colorful tails on the receding spring.
When the freshness has seeped of their blooms
My roses explode into perfumed gardens – once again.
It’s by your touch alone, that I awake –
To revel and blossom in your love
In this all too-brief season of the sun.
When had the knowledge ever stopped me?
Knowing… soon – very soon you will be gone – again…
It’s summer, albeit brief, and it is mine
To fall for you once again… to fall for the first time.
How many times have I done this before?
Every time you leave – every time I die
Till you return after spring to kiss me back to life again.
You have become my source of life –
It’s the habit of you that keeps me here
For I haven’t finished loving you yet…
Is a porous heart ever filled?
Should I have my fill I shall grow wings once again
It’s almost the end of summer –
And I’m drunk and intoxicated by you
Till the first drops of monsoon wake me
And I find my bed – big and empty.
It’s time to wait for the summer once again.