On the first night of summer
You listen to the sound from the neighbor‘s
lawn mower while you fire up the barbeque.
You feel the soft touch from the first mosquito
searching for your warmest vein.
You sit with friends discussing star-wars and
the rock-stars who have passed.
You have to rush inside to hide
from a sudden thunderstorm
forgetting ashtrays and half-filled glasses.
And finally you go to bed
(well after sunrise) with a hangover
yet pending for the second day of summer.
Bottle of wine by Joan Miro
Another poem towards 30 in April, which is a list for Out of standard at toads
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April 26, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I love this poem!
Love this, it sounds like the perfect start for summer,, 🙂
A list I can definitely relate to Bjorn
Ah! These are the summer nights I am familiar with. I love all the details you’ve captured, from the warmth seeking mosquito to the ashtrays and glasses left out in the rain. Well and done and thanks for posting!
Yup, sounds about right. 🙂 I love how many images and memories you’ve evoked with just a few words. Wonderful!
Sounds like a brilliant day with friends. Oh I wish summer would come- quickly!
The same the world over, with the exception that we only experience a rare mosquito in desert climes. Deo gratias.
You just described the perfect summer night!💜 I love the image “to hide from a sudden thunderstorm
forgetting ashtrays and half-filled glasses.” Beautifully rendered.💜
Not a bad Day One. Lovely poem Björn
Much🌼love
Perfect (except the hangover) Cant wait for the sounds of a lawnmower – I’ll even forgive the first one I hear before 9 am….
Ah, you brought back some excellent memories! Thank you.
kaykuala
And finally you go to bed
(well after sunrise) with a hangover
yet pending for the second day of summer.
What a great start for summer with a twist (well after sunrise) of humor
Hank
It’s a nice poem, Bjorn. We all should like the coming of Summer. I generally know the first day when it comes.
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Here I am swatting the last mosquitoes your way, still waiting to add a blanket to my bed…
Shout out to Avicii… his passing reminds me how tough it is to be a young poet in the 21st century; how easy it is for consumerism to tear a soul apart as greedy hands fight for their share. It is tragic.
Indeed… Avicci was not really a favorite of mine… but now when I listen to the music I can see a layer of darkness that makes it a lot better…. there is a documentary which is so painful to watch… showing how much he begged to be let out of the constant touring…. Maybe it’s a good thing for poets that at least there is not that amount of money involved…
This is a great start to summer. Such pictures we can all relate to. I’m thinking of coming over to yours soon to share an evening 🙂