First night of summer

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

April 26, 2018

16 responses to “First night of summer

  1. 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!

  2. Yup, sounds about right. 🙂 I love how many images and memories you’ve evoked with just a few words. Wonderful!

  3. 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.💜

  4. 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

  5. It’s a nice poem, Bjorn. We all should like the coming of Summer. I generally know the first day when it comes.
    ..

  6. 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…

  7. 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 🙂

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