Intermission

Summer spells are sweet but fleeting

I was dazzled - in
a summer spell - did we both
name it as special?

Was it the summer
freedom - the sparkling lake
that summoned magic?

The constant sun sent
a subliminal message
with its rise and fall.

It won’t last, it said,
there's an expiration
date approaching fast.

The short-lived summer
proved a brief, insubstantial
memory making.

Author's Note

all comments welcome

Reviews

[emmajoy]

I like the way you've laid out this poem, the way it runs in breaks, line to line. Is as if there is shadow and light is beckoning. Perhaps by doing that, each line is like an intermission, even more so stanza to stanza

'The short-lived summer - proved a brief, insubstantial - memory making.'
A glance of cynicism wrapped in whimsy there!

[anais.vionet]

Thank you =]

[emmajoy]

You're welcome, will visit again in time..