The Friday Fling Dreams More Summer Dreams!
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Friday Fling #246 for August 23rd 2013
The summer isn’t getting any younger, and neither are any of us.
So like any good aging person with dreams,
perhaps it’s time to stop and consider:
what dreams that we had of summer last winter remain unfulfilled?
Can any be accomplished in the remaining official month of summer?
The iminent possible closing of Friendburst has also got us thinking
about the Fling and its early days.
We started out with the idea of having this venue be a place
where poets could air their reflections
on the workweek past and the weekend coming up.
So we thought we’d revert to that for old time’s sake,
but do it relating to unfilfilled summer dreams and/or plans to fulfill them.
As to a format, we’ll make it as conversational as possible yet still formal.
Try to write your reflections in ABCB rhyme, four lines to a stanza.
This is probably the most common and easiest rhymescheme and stanza division style in poetry.
Or of you prefer, for an added challenge, do it as AABB or even ABAB.
This week the Friday Fling considers as yet unfulfilled summer dreams!
Be sure to save time to read and comment reflectively on your fellow Pals’ summer dreamscapes.
Then go and try to fulfill one or two of your own this summer weekend!
Fickle Finger of Fate Award For August 16th
Congratulations Barbara!
Welcome to the Friday Fling’s Summer Dreams 2 challenge! Pull up a desire and see what your muse can do to shape it into a poetic rendition.
VERMONT VOYAGE
The weekend past did briefly last
though while it did it was a blast
A trip along the wide river’s blue
on train from nineteen-thirty-two.
A stop at farm for a light lunch
local cheddar with crackers crunch
Back to the train for the return
with added picnic light sunburn
Up through the hills of old Vermont
to the fountain in the font
flowing free with barley’s wort
but coming up quite a bit short.
Except for samples at The Pig
Three halves to sip or quickly swig
with brisket, shoestrings, peel and eat
a Prohibitionistic treat.
Up to the brewers’ model store
Heady disappoinbtments sore.
Still a treasure to secure
from the Alchemist’s sure lure,
The long drive home was all downhill
with memories providing fill
inside mind of our questing one
from weekend day chock full of fun.
Copyright August 22nd 2013 RGD
SUMMER AND RAIN
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Summer rain
Comin down nice and slow
Kool breeze
Feels so at easy
Rain rain so sweet
Kin so smell it in the air
Drop by drop fall to the ground
Some on my face
As I walk
Down the street
Houses with lights on
Shows reflections as the care passes by
Do splash water here and there
Some on me
And in my shoes
Rain rain
Oh how I love the rain
It all but wash every thing clean
Even me
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Written By: Bettie Davis —————————- © August 22 , 2o13
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SUMMERTIME DREAMING
Summer days were long back then;
we thought they’d never ever ever end.
All winter we dreamt of summer sun
looking forward to days of endless fun.
At the beach we built castles of gold
as our dreams and hopes never grew old.
We dreamed of sailing to places far away
but were so happy to be together and play.
We kicked up the sand on beaches of white
and every day of summer was pure delight.
Having lots of fun was our only rule
and everything we did seemed oh, so cool.
I fondly remember all the fun we had
and must admit I’m just a little sad
that life can’t ever be what it was back then,
but I’m already looking forward to summer again.
(c) barbara kausteklis 8-23-13
Yow! In these times of change, one dare not stay away very long. I was saddened already by the absence of the many notable “characters” who used to frequent this little corner of cyberspace, and it would sadden me beyond despair if the CPC just disappeared one day, after all the years… I have received far more than I have given, and I thank you all, again and again, for all you have done to keep things alive here.
I was always surprised to be recognized among so talented a group, and I humbly thank you for those wonderful moments as well. Yours has been the kind of encouragement which, no matter what happens, will keep me striving to become a better poet.
I am too distraught to think at the moment, so I dug back in my files to find one of my first entries for the Friday Fling. Though not right for the season, it is perhaps ripe for the moment. And coincidentally, it fits one of the suggested rhyme schemes! Hope you enjoy this mini-blast from the past!
On a Lark
“Take heart,” winter’s robin whispered,
“the lark in spring will bring new songs
bright’ning days with tones far crisper:
tell gloomy clouds to move along.”
Though taken flight, hope did linger;
spring’s font of love shall cleanse the dark,
fairies will dance upon our fingers,
for joy abounds in tiny larks.
Write now of that travelled singer;
springtime’s pastime, wee words to live by,
folded up on gossamer paper,
floated aloft upon the sky!
© Ted Meredith, November 2010
CPC……beauty is all around…..you all are wonderful!!!!! :love: :love: :love: :love:
this is not 12345 abcdefg scottinnsbobbillicious xoxoxo
but one I love xoxoxooxoxxo