Comments on: Some Like it Hot https://the-word-well.com/some-like-it-hot.html Inspiration by the Bucket Wed, 15 Jan 2014 04:51:02 +0000 hourly 1 By: RASJ https://the-word-well.com/some-like-it-hot.html/comment-page-1#comment-580 RASJ Tue, 10 Aug 2010 02:58:06 +0000 http://the-word-well.com/tww/?p=477#comment-580 I could go on and on about summer. For me, summer is about summer-siblings, the ones I made at summer camp, played jacks with, shared secrets with. Summer is filled with folks I loved, and left every August . . . but returned to the following July. I fell in love for the first time during the summer and there is one summer-love who wounded me so deeply that I still feel the surprise of a a razor slicing through skin when the air is heavy, the corn is tall, and the sky is clear and filled with stars. I was married in the summer. And my son was born two days later (+ 3 years). Summer is a time of great promise. Of great love. Of great celebration. It is too fleeting. It hurts to love it as much as I do, and then have it disappear. It is a test that I have no choice but to endure. But summer always returns. Thank goodness, she always comes back to me. I could go on and on about summer. For me, summer is about summer-siblings, the ones I made at summer camp, played jacks with, shared secrets with. Summer is filled with folks I loved, and left every August . . . but returned to the following July. I fell in love for the first time during the summer and there is one summer-love who wounded me so deeply that I still feel the surprise of a a razor slicing through skin when the air is heavy, the corn is tall, and the sky is clear and filled with stars. I was married in the summer. And my son was born two days later (+ 3 years). Summer is a time of great promise. Of great love. Of great celebration. It is too fleeting. It hurts to love it as much as I do, and then have it disappear. It is a test that I have no choice but to endure. But summer always returns. Thank goodness, she always comes back to me.

]]> By: Sara K. Eisen https://the-word-well.com/some-like-it-hot.html/comment-page-1#comment-533 Sara K. Eisen Tue, 06 Jul 2010 07:49:55 +0000 http://the-word-well.com/tww/?p=477#comment-533 I'm glad too! I’m glad too!

]]> By: Diana Barshaw https://the-word-well.com/some-like-it-hot.html/comment-page-1#comment-532 Diana Barshaw Tue, 06 Jul 2010 07:23:05 +0000 http://the-word-well.com/tww/?p=477#comment-532 Thanks Sara, just to to hear you say you love a line of that poem gives me a strange, wonderful sensation. I've lived my whole life with my mother's poetry, but I've only recently understood what it feels like to never get external recognition. BTW I think you are a talented, and multifaceted writer. I'm so glad that I found your blog. Thanks Sara, just to to hear you say you love a line of that poem gives me a strange, wonderful sensation. I’ve lived my whole life with my mother’s poetry, but I’ve only recently understood what it feels like to never get external recognition.

BTW I think you are a talented, and multifaceted writer. I’m so glad that I found your blog.

]]> By: Sara K. Eisen https://the-word-well.com/some-like-it-hot.html/comment-page-1#comment-531 Sara K. Eisen Tue, 06 Jul 2010 03:24:51 +0000 http://the-word-well.com/tww/?p=477#comment-531 DB - love 'wide blue highway of sensation'. Poetry is so hard to get published - you are at the mercy of a very closed industry. Maybe put up a blog for your mom? :) or contribute the best 3-5 to a literary magazine? DB – love ‘wide blue highway of sensation’. Poetry is so hard to get published – you are at the mercy of a very closed industry. Maybe put up a blog for your mom? :) or contribute the best 3-5 to a literary magazine?

]]> By: Diana Barshaw https://the-word-well.com/some-like-it-hot.html/comment-page-1#comment-529 Diana Barshaw Mon, 05 Jul 2010 15:51:25 +0000 http://the-word-well.com/tww/?p=477#comment-529 Summer is the season: "lark ascending" blood ascendant; season of experience, expectation's denouement. Summer is the season: wide blue highway to sensation; bougainvillea season, spell of sea and serenade. Clarity, Color, languor, Of Ripeness Summer is the season. “lark ascending” from Vaughn Williams This poem is by my mother Rhoda Ben-Isaac who lives right now in Jerusalem. She has written a book’s worth of unpublished poems, wish that I could help her publish them while she is still living here on this earth. Summer is the season:
“lark ascending”
blood ascendant;
season of experience,
expectation’s denouement.

Summer is the season:
wide blue highway
to sensation;
bougainvillea season,
spell of sea and serenade.

Clarity,
Color, languor,

Of Ripeness
Summer is the season.

“lark ascending” from Vaughn Williams

This poem is by my mother Rhoda Ben-Isaac who lives right now in Jerusalem. She has written a book’s worth of unpublished poems, wish that I could help her publish them while she is still living here on this earth.

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