The sun rose ─
we rejoiced to see it ─
winter miseries
on the way out, albeit
late and slow.
It didn’t get much better
as the days went past.
Some days hope rose
with the sun.
As July approaches
will summer come at last?
For dVerse Monday Quadrille, a 44 word poem using the word rose
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I’m sharing this lovely photo and poem on my Facebook page in honor of the amazing woman who shared her talent and love of life with all of us.
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Beautifully crafted…though our weather patterns here are dissimilar to yours, I could still feel like I was there, longing for the summer to come….
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And here we are in California with more summer than we can handle. Hope yours arrives soon!
=)
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me too!
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Very cold here, even though we have passed the winter solstice.
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and we have passed the summer solstice, and it’s still cold-ish.
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I hope summer will linger …
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I think your use of punctuation in this poem adds to the feeling of disappointment in the summer. The hesitation in the first lines, coupled with the interesting use of rhyme – kind of whimsical. I also loved the lines:
Some days hope rose
with the sun’.
I was feeling like that today – it’s been pouting since this afternoon again.
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a beautifully written piece!
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I love the subtle rhyme here, and the pace, and sound, of this:
“albeit
late and slow.”
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Thanks De
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Argh! You took me back to Northern Upstate New York! Snow possible in August through April… but don’t count out May…. I took Nature’s hint. I left as quickly as possible! Great poem! Too real.
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Excellent summer poem!
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We can only hold out hope, Vivienne! A wonderful piece.
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You should come visit Western Canada…we’ve been having some lovely weather here…hope that summer arrives for you shortly!
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Hang in there – hopefully the wait will be worth it.
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Sounds like Summer is acting up all over but at least it gave you (another) good poem.
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I’ve run out of subjects! Or at least I don’t want to write about politics or football.
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Hoping your summer arrives soon, Viv! 🙂
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I envy you, Viv. Because here in Northern California today was the hottest day of the year with temperatures over 103 degrees. 🙂
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I couldn’t cope with that.
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Love the touch of hope… though it’s rainy season here! 🙂
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I love the thought of hope rising with the sun.
Sending you some sunshine from Canada.
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Thank you, but it must have got lost in the post!
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We have a ton of grey rainy weather… haven’t seen the sun in weeks.
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Oh dear. We get tantalising glimpses then back to grey.
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😦
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love “…. hope rose with the sun”
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No summer yet, Viv? I would gladly ship you some of our hot temperatures if I could. You could mail me back some cooler ones…much appreciated. 🙂
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The postal service doesn’t accept weather.
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So Glad that you used rose to mention sunshine and hope. We are having so much dry heat now–wish I could e-mail some to you!
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I hope summer will come and stay as long as she wants. Love the stunning photo too Viv.
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Lovely take on the prompt. I love how every sunrise can bring hope with it! 🙂 Beautiful photo too.
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I really liked this. It felt hopeful – watchful.
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Lovely. The English summer is doing that to us right now…
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The sun is coming. Like the poem.
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“Some days hope rose with the sun”. I know that feeling. Lovely phrase.
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We wish for summer but when it gets here – too darned hot! But I love the hopefulness and yearning in this one
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Wonderful sense of yearning in this poem, Viv! LOVE it 🙂
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It’s on its way, Viv…
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I do hope so,
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Every day a new hope, every day another wait… we had some real summer this saturday… and then I realized I don’t long for summer… it’s just too hot.
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It’s the sunlight that I long for. It is very rarely too hot here.
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Wonderful, Viv. I do hope so. Fingers crossed for you. 🙂
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Oh, that’s delightful! >
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Sending you some Zen-sunshine; we appear to be having your summer in our winter-time. The days are a little short, but I’m sure you’ll adjust…
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