Summertime Seven

Coming gently, hesitantly, like a considerate male
Unwilling to jingle jangled nerves, knowing he must
It comes softly around the bends
A tolerant smile for eyes' protection
Peeping playfully around the edges
To usher in a blessed blank future
Bounded by rose's eight compasses of hope
Harsh sun, rude riser, rebukes lollygagging
Anticipation has built clouds of skyscrapers
What unfolding dreams will unfurl!
From wished wealth unlived
Yet it shouts not long-awaited fulfillment
Like the nine o'clock usurper
Intrusively clamoring for headaches
It comes gently, lovingly
A cherished sense of self
An infectious personality
Who will not rouse happily
Throwing back body's duvet armor
To rise, to dare the day unshielded
To embrace a cool, blissful well water
Visiting kindly, lovingly at seven


Poem appeared on Yahoo's Associated Content
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"Paper Is Not Silent!" My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.