Summer Ghosts

Updated on April 21, 2017
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Audrey is a poet, classical singer and voice teacher, recovering attorney and licensed psychotherapist.

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My #21 for National Poetry Month

when days grow long

so does love

curled up in a parking lot


radiating heat.

i drink a lemonade

slowly, sip pulp.

the way you loved


makes me wince

way up in this tree.

recalling days when

we sat underneath

this old girl,

i look for you

arising with the heat.

© 2017 Audrey Howitt


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 11 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Love the image of sitting under the tree. Just the right poem for my side of the world. We have a large oak in the garden beneath which we sit.

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      mckbirdbks 12 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      Hi Audrey - You see some very creative visions.

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      Linda Crampton 12 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

      The imagery is lovely, as always. The poem also seems to express sadness. It's a beautiful combination.

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      FlourishAnyway 12 months ago from USA

      This makes me think of my youth. Lovely, vivid poem.

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      Audrey Howitt 12 months ago from California

      Thank you Venkatachari!

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      Venkatachari M 12 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      Beautiful poem with vivid imaginations of heat and love.

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      Threekeys 12 months ago from Australia

      Love th pic, it makes me think of summer and her heat.

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      Ralph Schwartz 12 months ago from Idaho Falls, Idaho

      Very nice, read it twice!

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      Gina Welds Hulse 12 months ago from Rockledge, Florida

      Love the imagery. "curled up in a parking lot tarmac," sounds extremely hot. For some reason, when I read this poem it took me back to my barefoot running days. We ran on the tarmac back home barefooted. Our feet were black and hard after years of running this way.

      My favorite tree was a coconut tree that I would sit under and watch the cruise ships go by. It was right across from my Aunt's house, whom I visited every Easter as a child.

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      Ruby Jean Richert 12 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Wow Audrey! Who hasn't sat under a tree with the one they love? I don't know about heat in a tarmac, but you go girl. Ha. This was a fun and clever poem....

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      manatita44 12 months ago from london

      Some heat! Cool!