Dog Days

Could the sounds of summer

be the tuning fork to which

melancholy sets its pitch?

 

While the well-adjusted revel

in the crash of the surf, 

and the breath of a breeze, 

others, sickened by the cicada,

resort to a simple wish:

that another bright day

goes by, and they have still

to crawl out of their skin. 

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"L’homme est condamné à être libre" ►

Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Sun 25th Jul 2021 23:04

Thank you very much, Keith, I appreciate it! 😊

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keith jeffries

Sun 25th Jul 2021 10:09

This poem has a deeper significance than on its first reading. It is open to interpretation. I am intrigued by it and continue to meditate on it.

Thank you for this

Keith

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