Saturday, September 6


I’m trying/I’ve been trying to write a good poem about the end of summer; a time which affects me deeply (and I’m sure affects many deeply), although I’m still not quite sure whether I want to describe a moment or a feeling, or a moment that triggers a feeling. It’s something that’s been bugging me a lot. I’ve had a couple of attempts at it. I wrote something that was fourteen stanzas long (certainly one of the longest I’ve written in a while) and it didn’t do it for me. The last four stanzas, however, I actually quite liked, and they didn’t require the previous ten to make sense. So in the interests of closure and progress, I am posting it here so that I can get it out of the way with and move on. I imagine I will keep trying anyway, because I’m annoying like that.


Notice the sun one september
against the off cobbles & visible

for dénouement( or south
america way)
Beat still the swollen blackberries

Plump fed roots & flowerless
Twitch then however wings

One pair squinting of eyes the last
two threads of
sun run down the street.

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