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Solstice Ironic

Verlie Burroughs is a west coast writer from Vancouver Island.

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Solstice Ironic

The Summer solstice came, and went so quick,
A day like any other, only longer.
She stayed at home abed, for most of it,
Languishing, and wishing she were stronger.
Dreaming of the flowers she would pick,
In years gone by, when she was younger.
The scent! Ah, the scent would make her giddy.
And her heart yearned for that now, such a pity!

In the evening, she took a little walk,
Along the garden way, she feebly wandered.
Pink, perfect posies, poised on every stalk!
With mournful gaze, she could only ponder,
Why silk, and satin petals, seemed to mock,
In colours, bright as freshly laundered.
And, how gifts, as beautiful as these,
Had lost their power, to set her soul at ease.

Rosebuds open, red, and pink, stunning the senses.
Bright blue, feathery jays, puff out their plumage.
Blushed orbs, yellow cherries' swelling commences.
Dashing black, sleek trickster Crows, pay her homage,
Cackling loudly, along the picket fences.
As papery breeze, rustles leaves, in green collage.
Still, this Solstice beauty, only makes her pine;
For the days when she felt joy, in summertime.

The poem, and the Lovin' Spoonful song seemed to come together in my head at the same moment...

Note

I was trying my hand here at ottava rima; an Italian verse form with abababcc rhyme scheme. A familiar form used by Lord George Byron. My apologies to Byron...

© 2019 Verlie Burroughs

Comments

Verlie Burroughs (author) from Canada on July 08, 2019:

Mike, Thank you for your kind appreciation. It's always good to see you. I'm happy that you think I'm bold, that's amazing. I hope your barrel is holding!

mckbirdbks from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on July 08, 2019:

Hello Verlie - You are such an adventurous poet, trying an, ottava rima; an Italian verse form with abababcc rhyme scheme. Very bold. Oh, the gardens of our youth, were have all the flowers gone. As always, your poetry moves me. Your song selection rich with memories and your talent on display for all of us.

Sorry that I am late. Seems it is my turn rolling down the mountain in a barrel.

Verlie Burroughs (author) from Canada on July 05, 2019:

Dear Genna, I am blushing, thank you so much.

Genna East from Massachusetts, USA on July 04, 2019:

The seasons pass, in our memories, as we try to grasp the flush sweetness of a bloom. Verlie, I must sound like a broken record, but I so love your poetry. Beautiful! And the sweet sadness of the music -- even the chord change -- perfect!

Verlie Burroughs (author) from Canada on June 28, 2019:

Venkat, thanks so much for reading, and your encouraging comment.

Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on June 27, 2019:

A beautiful poem with an interesting take on the withering old-age. I enjoyed your portrayal of it all.

Verlie Burroughs (author) from Canada on June 27, 2019:

Thank you so much Nell!

Nell Rose from England on June 27, 2019:

That was beautiful! I could see it, and the sadness of old age or illness. It is such a poignant poem, loved it!

Verlie Burroughs (author) from Canada on June 27, 2019:

Aw, thank you Peg, I'm smiling at your lovely comment! Your Dad was so wise. The roses smell delicious at this time of year, I love it!

Peg Cole from Northeast of Dallas, Texas on June 27, 2019:

Your verses bring such joy along with a wisp of sadness, too, as we recognize our younger selves and the things we can no longer do with ease. It reminds me of the many times my dad said, "Stop and smell the roses." Loved your nostalgic music selection as well. Haven't heard that one in a long while.

Oh, and the photo. How beautiful! Smiling at your talent.

Verlie Burroughs (author) from Canada on June 26, 2019:

Hello Ian! What a beautiful compliment. Good to see you old friend. Now, if only Nellieanna would drop by, miss you guys. Write me a poem eh.

Verlie Burroughs (author) from Canada on June 26, 2019:

Eric, Thank you very much. Your encouragement is appreciated.

Verlie Burroughs (author) from Canada on June 26, 2019:

Hey Bill, Good to see you on this stroll. I'm happy you enjoyed.

Verlie Burroughs (author) from Canada on June 26, 2019:

Dear Mar, Thank you for your kind response. Peace to you too, today, and every day...

Verlie Burroughs (author) from Canada on June 26, 2019:

Lorna, Thanks so much!

Twilight Lawns from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. on June 26, 2019:

Hello, my lodestone.

Did you realise that I cannot pass by if I see you have published on HubPages?

No apologies to George Byron; I liked what I read. It expresses much that we have missed or yearn for. Things scents, emotions and pleasures of the past.

Ian

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Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on June 26, 2019:

I like it Verlie. Thank you for sharing it.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on June 26, 2019:

I don't think apologies are needed, Verlie! I found this to be an enjoyable stroll through your mind, and I thank you for allowing me to walk with you.

Maria Jordan from Jeffersonville PA on June 26, 2019:

Dear V,

Your poetry opens my mind to the beauty of Mother Nature's changing seasons.

Your hydrangea bush is glorious and this "blast from the past" song is the perfect accompaniment.

Have a peaceful day. Love, Maria

Lorna Lamon on June 26, 2019:

A beautiful very poignant poem and the music is a perfect fit. Lovely writing.