she came and stayed too long,
talked too much,
and was too touchy-feely,
coming around corners when i was half dressed
and short on sleep.
this morning it turned chilly and she was subdued,
sitting at the kitchen table with her hands around her coffee mug
and her suitcase open but empty on the bed in her room.
she will head south,
and i will have my house to myself again.
everybody likes her and she will light it up some other place,
while i feel a little guilty, but
mostly glad to see her gone.
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for real toads mini challenge.
I want to be a snow bird and fly south along with her, smiles ~ Thanks for the second poem & wishing you happy cool week ~
Yup. Goodbye to Summer. Even if the best of guests.
The summers of Sweden are a little harsher usually, so I rather have her stay a little longer. And from the mouth of September I fell the rank of dark November…
We are glad that summer is leaving specially in our part (India) and long for short lived, cool winter days…nice lines…
I love her when she first comes, but she is definitely the kind of guest who wears out her welcome, at least here, long before she goes, as you so well express it in this little bittersweet gem.
I have always loved the personification of seasons, ever since reading Keats’ To Autumn in high school. This is sparse and moody-
Cool! Enjoyed your take on the subject 🙂
This is damn brilliant. Really.
totally agree with Mama Zen
This is one of the most masterfully executed personification poems I have ever read.
Summer as an unwanted house-guest….such an unexpected twist, but I loved it because this year I am glad to see her gone as well 🙂
Just splendid! I adore this and have printed it out and tucked it in my “How to Write Poetry Book”. 🙂
Love it…a guest welcomed by others…to you someone tolerated,.
Fantastic write . . . you put into words how I too feel.
When she first comes, and is not too brazen, we don’t mind her. But after she’s been here for a while and gotten quite nervy, it’s time. It’s time she leaves.
I love our new guest–Autumn. (She’s my favorite.)
love this, Coal! only you could have written the tale of summer so uniquely!
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The double entendre of this words so well. Had to look at the title again… but the “touchy-feely” part, for me, is the constant sweat, the clinging salt water! You have a knack for metaphor, and I love reading these works. Again, sorry about Bosco and the Bridge. You are in my prayers… it’s painful being the parent of a good pet, yet there are memories that will linger. I don’t know about you, but when I get to the Bridge, I expect to be stampeded. Love, Amy
Really enjoyed this although for me summer was too short– where were the long lazy days? I was lazy enough but the days weren’t. K.