Monday, August 8, 2011

Summer Evening

Image courtesy of Magpie Tales/'Summer Evening' by Edward Hopper, 1947

At a Summer Evening’s End

Why did dates often have to end like this,
with him tongue-tied and me shy? Who knows why?
Still, I wondered…would it end with some bliss
or would he just smile awkwardly?  Big sigh.
No.  This time, I wanted…something…a rush…
more than a peck or a clumsy goodbye.
I felt myself blush – so obvious:  Crush.
I wasn’t ready to bid him goodbye.
Well, at least, not yet.  So I kissed the guy.

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Notes:  The form is Novelinee.  

When I looked at this Hopper painting, I could [almost] hear the Gershwin song, Summertime, playing in my head.  I thought about it for a bit - and in a case of misconstrued lyrics, I changed the words from "Summertime, and the livin' is easy..." to "Summertime and the lovin' is easy.."  Shortly after that, I realized my error, but the idea for this poem was born.

17 comments:

  1. smiles. sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands and make it happen...

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  2. Oh yes, just kiss him...Nice Magpie...bkm

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  3. Hahaha! I enjoyed that!


    And thanks for participating in this week's Limerick-Offs! I always enjoy your contributions!

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  4. Lovely, beautifully written, light. xxxj

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  5. Thank you for that footnote..
    And yay for your piece..somebody has to go first...:)

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  6. You go girl - sometimes you just have to take the initiative!

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  7. Such a true poem. And I love Edward Hopper's pictures.

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  8. Been there ... definitely done that! Ohhhh nice.

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  9. A girl just can't wait forever! :) Nicely done...

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  10. Hello.
    Smiling...sometimes you just have to throw all caution to the wind and just go for it!

    Very nicely done!

    Remove These Satin Sheets...

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  11. Your interpretation of the painting, and the song, make the perfect poem for the days I wish could return.
    Lovely.

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