Rinsing the Salt Out of My Bathing Suit
I won’t cry over a spilled summer
drained empty
like the last gulp down the sink
I won’t squeeze
another beach day out of August
mourn the blueberries of July
dripped dry
I will lay in the low slant
of late sunflower light
I will soak up the gold
of a perpetual setting sun
Comments
One of the best poems and I feel the same way.
I love the title too. xo
Posted by: Sherry | August 30, 2008 2:31 PM
Beautiful--and the photograph captures that bittersweet feeling perfectly.
Posted by: patry francis | August 30, 2008 4:56 PM
I love how the sunset lasts so long this time of year as if giving us a last blast of heat before the already cooling night.
Posted by: chris youngblood | August 30, 2008 6:52 PM
That's really good, Colleen! I think it's your best so far.
Posted by: kenju | August 31, 2008 12:32 AM
what a fabulous poem, colleen! and the image frames it beautifully. such remarkable talent you show here in these late summer days.
Posted by: sky | August 31, 2008 3:33 AM
Great poem Colleen...
Posted by: June | August 31, 2008 7:15 AM
affirmation ..good sk
Posted by: sandy | August 31, 2008 7:25 AM
Trying to get back in the real writing mode...but the muse needs a nap.
Posted by: Tabor | August 31, 2008 7:35 AM
Love the opening line and " late sunflower light"
That taps home.
Posted by: Pearl | August 31, 2008 9:55 AM
I will soak up the gold
of a perpetual setting sun
A beautiful sentiment for the end of summer, and a beautiful metaphor for life.
Posted by: Musing | August 31, 2008 4:25 PM
Colleen.. I LOVE this poem. I will aspire to its message.. but must admit to bit of denial. :-)
Posted by: Coll | September 1, 2008 9:52 AM
This was perfect timing as my summer ends and school begins tomorrow. I really like this poem... it goes very well with the photo also.
Posted by: inlandempiregirl | September 2, 2008 12:39 AM