Just Another Summer Night.

Nickel- The best puppy in the world.

Gone too soon.
Gone too soon.
The night is a web capturing our souls.
The night is a web capturing our souls.

Just another Summer night

my feet still damp from

a walk in the grass

across the patch

that I call home.

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Toes delighting times ten

in the soft lush carpets

that I've walked so often before.

<>

A patchwork quilt of memories

such as my childhood yard

where my tinier feet ran energetic

under the moonlight,

scrambling home before

the streetlights came on.

<>

That was mom.... her rule

and oh, how often the

nieghbor kids would break

the streetlamps nearest their home

just to have a little longer

to frolic in the embrace of darkness.

<>

Mom has long

ago embraced

that darkness herslf

but her love shines on

brighter than any

streeetlight could glow.

<>

The firelies were

all a buzz tonight

carrying torches

that I used to capture

in old mayonaisse jars.

<>

Little bits of a summer day

flying quickly away

in the musk of dusk.

<>

I caught one earlier,

cupped it in my hand

and studied its luminescent gift

to all who stroll the edge of night.

<>

And then I set it free

to mate and die

so that others long after me

could watch them fly

polka dotting the sky.

<>

I stopped to pat the gravel

and whisper "You were a good boy"

over the grave where my Corgi lies.

<>

He bled to death

internally on May tenth,

at only seven years old.

He would have loved

this walk in the dark

but he is ashes in a can

sealed in an airtight bag

with a couple of

yummies and a bone.

<>

Life fades from us

a little bit at a time

we all need to get out more

and be touched by the darkness

as it encroaches

in tiny increments.

<>

It is a place we

are all headed to

whether seven or seventy.

<>

I believe all poets

were born in

the inky black

of a Summer night,

and then driven

with an urgency

to bright, white rectangles.

<>

Each needing to capture

what their souls

felt in the nothingness

of eve blanketing the earth.

<>

I have been empty as of late,

I needed the immersion

into the simplest joy of

Just another Summer night.

<>

It was almost as

if the creases

in my brain

and across my forehead

were pressed smooth,

and I found that

stress free inner voice

that we seldom hear

until we grow desperate

in the silence of what

will never be.

<>

The night is an acceptance

of all of the brighter

things we cherish

slowly vanishing

to pinpoints far above.

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The dawn is a renewal

of trying to recapture

what was always

lost before.

<>

And in between both

if we are truly lucky

there is love,

to soothe away the losses

and heat the passion

that is often found

on just another summer night.

<>

So now I sit

in the quiet

of my studio

struggling to

explain it all

in a language that

can never match

it's sheer beauty.

<>

Yet still I try,

it is my calling

anything less would be

lifeless, loveless,

and oh, so bittersweet

on just another

Summer Night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MFB III

 

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billyaustindillon 6 years ago

Nice tribute - I particularly like the night is the acceptance and the dawn is a renewal - it puts life in perspective - as they say life goes on but you don't have to forget for that.


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always exploring 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

So very beautiful and your love for nickel shines through

just another summer night, so simple,yet mountains of

memories linger. Toes delighting times ten. i could see

the little toes.

Thank You


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saddlerider1 6 years ago

I believe all poets

were born in

the inky black

of a Summer night,

and then driven

with an urgency

to bright, white rectangles.

Absolutely brilliant verse. Driven with an urgency to bright white rectangles. These move my soul, I to remember and cherish those wonderful days gone past and frolicking outdoors in the ever enchanting dark nights.

Where all seems to thrive and come alive, space being the web:0) also brilliant. It does capture our souls, truly we are all people of the night and it beckons us from the cradle to the final grave.

I hope someone will be so generous to place my ashes in plastic and mix them amongst some of my favorite earthly possessions as little as they may be. Thanks for the share, this moved my soul.


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Debarshi Dutta 6 years ago from Calcutta

HASTA LA VISTA...give my deepest regards to your mother....i shall be back to disturb you..dont' fret dont' worry.

love

Debarshi


SilverGenes 6 years ago

Those bright, white rectangles to which we are driven - for me they do indeed make the patchwork that is life and one that my children one day can use to keep them warm. They are made of moments like this. Beautiful! Thank you.


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

I'm going to have a summer night!


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

MFB, thank you for taking me along on this walk in the dark on a summer night. It was a lovely journey. ~ Laura


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munirahmadmughal 6 years ago from Lahore, Pakistan.

"Just Another Summer Night"

Remembranceof the bygones, expressed with words dipped in sincere love.

Remembrance is the glow of love.

Remembrance is character builder.

Remembrance is response attractive.

May God Almighty bless all.


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Sa`ge 6 years ago from Barefoot Island

it is the agony that we feel for what is and what is not!

~aloha~

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