The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 7/9/09

[BlueIris]

"In Summer, 1977"

In the photograph it is August
and I am eight, leaning
against the front fender of my father's Dodge.
Sleepy grin, with one hand I offer
the string of my brown trout,
with the other I am waving to my father.

To the right, far back
through boughs and tree trunks
glows the late afternoon sun,
light low and golden along the far ridge.
In a moment, I will stop waving
and will give up the string of fish to the camera.
Beyond, the sky opens wide
and the sun pulses on fields I will run in,
close now to the end of summer,
the wind a wild bird
and my father's voice the sunlight off the car.

~Tim Hanlon

[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. yes.

thanks.

[BlueIris]

2. Yeah, I thought you guys deserved some actual poems next.

Song lyrics can be great, but they are only one kind of poetry after all.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear BlueIris...

This has some lovely imagery...

Thank you!

[BlueIris]

4. Yeah. I love "photograph" or "single memory" poems. nt

[BlueIris]

5. Awwww. A rec. nt