Summer

I've always enjoyed the sunlight after four in the afternoon

The Sun would start to sink low, causing everything to glow

I'd gaze at blurry passersby, their passing faster than my mind's eye

Squirrels chased each other high and low in the bushes and in the trees

A child in the distance yelled, “Please, mommy. Please?!?!”

All he wanted was money for the ice cream man, it was Summer.

I've never known a single one without the ring of that familiar bell

Many times well after the Sun fell, I'd be chasing it down the street

Hoping for an Italian ice, a Bomb pop, or anything cold and sweet

The sounds of feet running in gel sandals, the soles chock full of pebbles

Sneakers skidding on the hot asphalt, dogs barking and yelping in hot pursuit

To not have fifty cents was a true bummer, in the Summer.

On one particular day as the Sun leaned to kiss the ocean

Daydreaming about the world constantly in motion

I saw lovers walking and talking, their foot prints prominent in the moist sand

Herons standing still yet stalking, for frogs and crabs were in high demand

With the faint taste of salt and a slight chill in the air, I knew the hour was late

But the days are long leaving much more for one to anticipate, in the Summer.

Leaving the beach the aroma of pizza made the air delicious downtown

I headed home coasting on my feet, barely making sounds walking the streets

Car tires chirped louder than the sound coming out of my headphones

That were hanging around my neck, the situation urging me to inspect

A motorist was chasing some kids, making a dash they were with stolen pops

Knowing which one would get caught, that night he wore flip flops, it was Summer.

Walking in the twilight I was happy for some relief from the heat of mid-day

The blue in the sky had gone away, crimson, plum and blackness peppered with stars

Loud stereos added to the collective hum, as they blared out from convertible cars

Rice rockets burning their clutch, corner boys puffing a Dutch, and arguing over Cee-lo

I gave a familiar chum a nod and a pound, continued to step but paused to turn around

We shared a knowing look for it was going to be one of those nights, in the Summer.

-DRM

SYS

Mission Statement

What I offer here is for no other purpose but to share. I do not claim to be a writer or an aspiring one. Tinkering comes naturally to me and, among other things, I like to tinker with words (or so it seems anyway). Exactly how I got here is rather boring.

I have found that at some of the most unexpected and oft completely random instances I am compelled to write down stuff (as I refer to it). More precisely, these words are about what I am seeing, hearing, feeling, you name it, at any idle moment. As busy as I am, I am amazed my mind even has idle time. Obviously it does. But for this stuff? Who'd a thunk it? More recently, being a bit of a geek, I've collected voice memos sent to self for the same purpose when I am without pen and notebook. What I've collected is substantial but nothing too noteworthy.

I refer to my stuff, study it on occasion, but never really paid it too much mind. Not until I started piecing a few stuffs together and then it clicked. It gave me the same feeling as with bristle blocks as a toddler, and later on too when I graduated to legos (the big time, lol). So what I've done here is create a place to share my stuff, some of which after being pieced together and polished dare I say could be considered poetry. Well, that's not for me to decide so I leave it in the capable hands of readers in the web. I assume most who will stumble upon this blog will have a better grasp on writing, poetry and things of that ilk. I welcome questions, critiques, praise with equal curiosity.

Lastly, I hope some can find a few things or at least something interesting among my stuff. Thank you.

SYS