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Summer’s End
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Summer has a way of raggedly withdrawing
and then returning – like a wavering friend
who gets up to go but stands there, raconteuring,
and then having left comes sneaking in again
all smiles, with something to add, not quite believing
that this is the end.
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© John Looker 2013
Poetry from John Looker 
Whimsically wonderful
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By: Bart Wolffe on 1 September, 2013
at 19:46
Thank you Bart!
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By: John Stevens on 2 September, 2013
at 09:02
Once again, and even to a greater degree than in the last poem, the syntactic rhythms tell the story. I’m glad you didn’t try to make the poem tragic! Maybe you, like me, say good-riddance! The poem does suggest you prefer the months to come when few visitors come to call . .
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By: Tom D'Evelyn on 1 September, 2013
at 20:10
Thank you Tom – it could easily have veered towards melancholy but I really didn’t want that!
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By: John Stevens on 2 September, 2013
at 09:05
I share your mood, my witty friend,
And find this delightful, no end….
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By: Cynthia Jobin on 1 September, 2013
at 20:23
Hello Cynthia. Thank you!
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By: John Stevens on 2 September, 2013
at 09:06
you nailed it with this one John! Wonderfully painted 🙂
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By: Frederick E. Whitehead on 1 September, 2013
at 23:00
Thanks Tom. I hit my thumb a few times though while drafting …
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By: John Stevens on 2 September, 2013
at 09:07
Good one! 🙂 The friend who pops up every now and then 🙂
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By: Ina on 2 September, 2013
at 11:38
Hi Ina – thanks!
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By: John Stevens on 2 September, 2013
at 13:05
This poem touches the animating principle in my mind, John. That is, soul, in the aesthetical sense.
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By: Brad on 2 September, 2013
at 11:40
Thanks for telling me that, Brad. I feel rather humbled.
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By: John Stevens on 2 September, 2013
at 13:07
This poem, well, it’s
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By: extrasimile on 2 September, 2013
at 13:31
Thanks Jim. I hope it’s also
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By: John Stevens on 2 September, 2013
at 14:01
lovely! completely lovely and just what I needed on a rainy Seattle September day 🙂
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By: ebbtide on 3 September, 2013
at 15:23
That’s a lovely comment to leave here, Sarah; thank you.
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By: John Stevens on 4 September, 2013
at 07:13
This made me smile John.
For me I am always glad to see Summer go – by the end of August it has, for me, outstayed its welcome
David
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By: belfastdavid on 12 September, 2013
at 13:47
Thanks David. There’s definitely a cool touch of autumn in the air down here today.
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By: John Stevens on 12 September, 2013
at 17:24
Just tried to post, and it seems it didn’t work, so here goes again… I love the way this poem leaves you hanging in mid-air, in mid-breath, much like our winter is doing, with unseasonal rain and snow.
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By: Kalila on 22 September, 2013
at 09:32
Thank you Kalila. I like the comparison you make.
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By: John Stevens on 22 September, 2013
at 14:02
Enjoyed that, John – clever ending. And it certainly does describe summer here, most years. (Though this year it disappeared suddenly right on the equinox and never made a return. Guess it was ready to
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By: Betty Hayes Albright on 30 September, 2013
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