You waited 'til summer to die

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Contently Deranged Travelers



The days they are plenty;

Some sad,

Some good and some better ...

I wonder if your waiting 'til summer to die-

If you are, I know why;

I was with you then

And that feels a good time to be set free,

I guess.

It will seem more like you're free than dead

When the sun is shining overhead

And the memories are overflowing,

Drifting out your old shed, haunting us (gently)

We're all out in the abandoned gravel lot with our lawn chairs now

And it's funny 'cause

Nothing's really changed here.

I can hear "Remember when"  playing in somebody's trailer.

I wonder if they had you in mind

or if it was just playing.

Then I see Carl under the tree

Strumming his guitar in the same old way;

The same few chords

Over and over,

But he makes it sound like a song

(you know what I mean)

Then I see you

Almost like a vision coming over,

Walking through the middle of the scene.

Your feet kicking up the gravel dust,

Your faded cowboy jeans rolled up,

Shoes all scuffed

With that fishing rod resting on your shoulder.

You were whistling Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't care.

I still see you leaving

Growing smaller still.

The vision never ends

I just see you walking further away towards the horizon

But you never disappear completely.

There’s a little more than memory here,

What it is-

Who knows?

Summer's almost gone now,

Everything's gray and blurred

Everyone's wrapped up in the pain,

But don't worry,

I'm not crying.

I glance out the window and see you walking towards the lake

I wonder if they forgot you didn't mind the rain

Or fishing in it;

Said it did a body good.


Submitted: April 06, 2019

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Bert Broomberg

Sad, but beautiful poem. Well done. (One critical remark from a guitar player: you probably mean chords instead of keys).

Sat, April 6th, 2019 7:55pm


Haha, (I don't play guitar so that went right past me) you're right, it should be chords. Thanks for the comment

Sat, April 6th, 2019 12:59pm


I'm picturing hillbillies in farmland, or the woods. L.O.L. Now you got the "Jimmy Crack Corn" song in my head! L.O.L.

Tue, May 28th, 2019 5:21am


Lol, funny because that song has been in my head a lot. I love your interesting comments

Tue, May 28th, 2019 7:53am


I always like a poem with a story.

Sun, October 18th, 2020 10:02pm


I had forgotten about these poems, thanks for bringing back the memories :)

Mon, October 19th, 2020 10:53pm

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