Summer's Lie

Under summer's light,
the flower blooms,
life wakes up from the dust,
Towords it's first dawn.

It bends,
it changes,
makes a new turn
a new chapter to unfold
under the sun's warm touch.

But that is not true.

Life is a lie
we hold in our hands,
a tale we tell
until the pages
burn to ash.

Reviews

[Laz K.]

there are lots of illusions we have about life. the flower analogy is apt: everything grows, blooms, and fades away.

[Tan-90]

The irony peppered around this poem is so delicious! As summer draws to a close these days, I suppose it is understandable that people are filled with melancholy, start romanticising summer and its possibilities, longer and brighter days…Who is to say what happens in the summer is actually that great for all! Well done.

[RaMa]

Really liked it. The piece is succinct, yet the emotion leaps off the page. A beautiful read—great work! Keep writing.

[Andrew Golding]

Yes, but who doesn't love a good tale. We watch a movie, get immersed for an hour or so, never questioning the validity of the flashing images on the screen. If it's a good movie, we hope for a sequel, perhaps a franchise, but if not, if the director fails to enthrall us, we leave with a vague regret that our time could have been better spent.

Life, in all of its diverse intricacy, is a choose your own adventure story. Some parts seem fixed, not so much of our choosing, so perhaps (for this metaphor to work) we had to sign an amnesia agreement before we got our ticket to come here. A kind of "burn after reading" statement of your mission's intent. If that's the case, I'd really like a chance to review it, a mid-life intervention by my handlers--something--because I don't know if I got a chance to really read the fine print.

Or not. I kind of vacillate between the educational entertainment model and "plop." Plop being the materialist, random eventuality construct, you know, the one with the infinite monkeys hammering away on typewriters. Still no explanation of how the monkeys got there or who gave them the typewriters. Just "plop."

But I feel the emotion of the betrayal by the promise of an endless summer. And life doesn't seem to apologize for its misdeeds. It just moves on and expects us to do the same. I've got some issues with the management, to be sure.

[Michael Sun Bear]

VERY interesting. What a 90 degree turn your poem takes and I love it. I wonder how most readers feel about the last stanza. But it’s true, so very true. We are here for a short time, almost all of us lost in the illusion of this temporary existence. I wouldn’t call it a lie exactly, more of a delusion. But I love your poem and it’s going in my Favorites.

[Buddhistboy73]

Summer's lie...an interesting poem here....
It sounded like a beautiful ode to nature and the summer, with flowers blooming and life being refreshed....

The second half kinda smacks you in the face after that, with it's message.....
Not sure how I feel about this one, but it's a thought-provoking write for sure...

Thanks for sharing

BB73

[Azakhiwe Dilinga]

Life is as fragile as the flower you speak of. Summer's lie?! I guess one season can make us forget life is not a linear path. To say life is a lie, damn... I have no words for that.

Thank you for your light. Neha.

[Neha agrawal]

Thank you so much Azakhiwe for the review 😊

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Ahh this feeling of everything will be alright when the sun comes up and summer arrives... Then autumn knocks the door and seasonal depression is in the air. So I really felt like those ashes like autumn. A bit out of topic but I used to tell my friends how summer loves are lie, and it's just the weather. This poem reminded me of that! Flowers bloom and it bends ir changes... Greatly captured words and such scenes! Lovely!

[Neha agrawal]

Thank you beren! I agree with you about seasonal depression in the air and summer loves are literally lie 😊

[emmajoygreen]

Life has its own ways with us: whilst we plan or would like to have certain days into the future and beyond, fate has its own (yes!) destiny. In other words we need take what is due to occur, then we age into an acceptance of a little of this or that. Your words appear to have been thought about and considered for however long you agree. Thank you for sharing thought and allowing the reader to re-consider or confirm.

[Neha agrawal]

Thank you for putting it in such a grounded way.It makes the reflection feel shared, not just observed.

[emmajoygreen]

Thand you! Whereas it's 100% right to be honest, there has to be a time when courtesy comes into a review. Rather than be rude, unfair or unkind.. move on unless perhaps personal. To read is a gift, return the compliment sez I!!!! :)

[michelle buckley]

Superb writing, alchemical...

[Neha agrawal]

Thank you so much for kind words