Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Through Summer We Passed and Met
By Don Iannone

Summer...fading fast
like a shooting star
racing ahead of us.
Summer...almost gone
like a part of you
leaving me
before our love is past.
Summer...crossing over
like a bridge
we walked
more than once
to find ourselves
in each other.
Summer...longer days
and shorter nights
with more dark secrets
spilling forth
on a freshly woven canvas
waiting to dry
like fresh rain
on thirsty desert sand.
Somehow
I'll always know you
even when we pretend
to be strangers
in an altogether familiar scene.

24 comments:

Seawave said...

My visit to your space has been a pure delight. Love and compassion are the best of what we have as human beings to give in service to one another. I feel like I have found a neighbor out here in cyberspace and I want to thank you for providing such a brilliant light and sharing of yourself with all of us. You have blessed me. I will be back.

samuru999 said...

I love this poem!

Homo Escapeons said...

I don't want SUMMER to be
A) this lonely or
B) over.
Beautiful imagery Donald but
why so sad?

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Seawave...I'll stop by your place shortly. You're always welcome.

Margie...thanks. Glad you liked it.

HE...Not so sad really. Just lots of feeling...some mixed; that's all. But thanks!

Pat Paulk said...

My new favorite!! Excellent poem!!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Pat. A new favorite, eh? Nice of you to say so.

Mike said...

Hi Don, I was just thinking of this very same thing over the past day or so. Why are things moving so quickly? Why do I always seem to have so much to do - most of it self-imposed? How can it already be the last week of July? Why do I find it so difficult to return to calm summer evenings of only a few years back? You touched on this very nicely here.

Bernadette Schaepdryver said...

Yes, summer. Oh that summer over here were I live. It will surely one to be remembered. And how can it not be as we already have for as good as the entire month of July around 30°C. It's as if living in Yisrael instead. It's as if being on a holiday trip over there. Hope being kept alive. Who knows?

P.S. Thanks Don for your visit to my blog recently and your kind words. And also for the lovely poetic remarks. :-)

Darius said...

Nicely evokes that wistful aspect of summer's passing.

Kathleen said...

beatiful flow Don... soft and lovely...

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Mike. Like minds run in the same blithering circles. LOL.

Thanks Bernadette. Always learn some thing in visiting others' blogs. Will be taking a course on the Kabbalah starting shortly.

Thanks Darius..so aptly said.

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Kathleen...it just felt right.

Bernadette Schaepdryver said...

Ah Kabbalah. I have just begun to read Daniel C. Matt's Zorah translation. I must say, heavy stuff.

When someone would think that Torah study is hard to come around, well s/he has certainly not yet started with the Zorah. But luckily, there is Daniel C. Matt's commentary on it to save the day.

And it's a very good translation for what I read already and learnt, a few new things, even when it's just the very first pages of the first volume.

polona said...

thank you for this beautiful poem, don!
i'm sort of a "summer person" myself and wish it would never end... but time passes so quickly...

Stacey said...

This was exquisite, Don. And I esp. loved this:

Somehow
I'll always know you
even when we pretend
to be strangers
in an altogether familiar scene.

Don Iannone said...

Hey Stacey...thanks for stopping by and sharing your comments. Glad you liked it. Cleveland is warm. Still lots of rain. And the Tribe is still hurting.

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Polona...I am a summer person too. Love sun!

kathy said...

boy am i looking forward to fall weather!

Don Iannone said...

Kathy...I'll bet you are with 105 temps. Wow.

Don Iannone said...

Bernadette,

Thanks!

I will be reading Matt’s work. Please see below:

Wisdom of the Kabbalah
Professor: Jeffrey Mishlove, Ph.D.

This course focuses on the central teachings of the Kabbalah, the Jewish mystical tradition that emerged in twelfth-century Provence and profoundly influenced European spirituality. We will explore the themes of Ein Sof (God as 'Infinity'), Ayin (the divine 'no-thingness'), Shekhinah (the feminine 'presence' of God), and Raising the Sparks (discovering God in everyday life). Students will study the original teachings of the Kabbalah, translated from the Hebrew and Aramaic by Daniel Matt, Ph.D., in his book "The Essential Kabbalah".

Don

ardi k said...

Love the truth in passing summers gift too short and now hot with the images of your sun. I love it.

floots said...

beautifully done
(all the more evocative for me as i've just come back from a logging trip - ready for the winter)
cheers

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Floots. Logging? Sounds like work. LOL. Good for you.

Thanks ardi k...nice follow-on set of lines. Poetic!

Imemine said...

Vivid images. Nothing wrong about having images of love.

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