A Savored Moment

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub-Tuesday Poetics:  Summer Starter (posted by Walt Wojtanik)
Our quest on this first day of the summer season, is to be inspired by a summer moment as seen through the eyes of another. Use something from above that sparks your mojo. Or find one that piques your own interest. Even a poem written by one of our compatriot pub patrons is fair game.

From “Under the Harvest Moon”
By Carl Sandburg

Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

Love, with little hands,
comes and touches you
with music of jazz bands,
sunset’s orange hue.
A strawberry moon
casts an aura of pink.
Call of a loon
‘cross lake of ink.
A savored moment
plants a memory.
Drink of love-potent,
store its mysteries.

Tuesday Poetics: Summer Starter

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to A Savored Moment

  1. I do love those little hands… Splendidly woven.

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  2. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    A strawberry moon
    casts an aura of pink.
    Call of a loon
    ‘cross lake of ink.

    Oh! this is absolutely stunning !! 😀

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. Grace says:

    What lovely colors of the summer memory Sara. Surely very precious to keep.

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  4. Little hands paint a lovely hued picture. A colorful and genteel rendering, CH2

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