Summer at last and the heat is going to our heads over at dVerse Poets Pub. Here is a remembrance of things past and a vision of things future.
Our summers no longer the buzz-filled lolling
in hay mounds
or stooping for details
and blow-squeak through grass stalks.
No more lifting our gaze for cloud-naming, tongue-hopping,
when laid-back wonders were open to all
and the neighbours’ cherries the sweetest by far.
Now lazy means each one tucked snug on our planet
in a bubble of tablets and phones,
convinced we’re connecting
enthralled to go global
we feel the roar and hum of the entire world in our palms.
While bees expire by installments around us…
At night she starts
and wakes to snores.
Or quiet breath
in parallel worlds.
Sweet kiss of dreams
is her sly companion.
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We only really come alive
in front of deadened roar of others,
canned laughs still rouse us to sardonic smiles,
while tortuous plots free up our sneers.
Looking carefully ahead, not at each other,
each lost in our singular, unshareable thoughts.
We gossip about them in a semblance of emotion
so trite we stop caring long before the sentence ends.
As unadventurous as last night’s dinner
no miracle can reheat.
Not facing or squaring the truth and the gape,
ever silent we cling to our sofa
and the myth of our togetherness.