Summer Murmur


Thousands of them
stand along the roadside ditches
talking,
their open faces swaying in the wind,
their long bodies

Are they the audience queuing
for Bob Dylan's Judas Concert in Manchester,
May 17, 1966?

– or are they Russians
queuing for gasoline in Omsk;

the oxeye daisies
along the road to Gunnarsbyn,
while the little bluebells, in clusters,
devoutly ring
the bells for Vespers
across existence




Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-07-06 at 10:25

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Clara Mae Gregory The PoetBay support member heart!
❣️Genius❣️ When I first read this and the first few stanzas, it provoked a reminder of how my vision is deteriorating and I look out into the woods and imagine people or animals until I get a closer view. I took a break and came back to read it again. Oh, how I do love the flowers and would rather stay on the surface level. But this is obviously meant to be deeper.
Your use of juxtaposition is excellent [the placement of two or more things—such as concepts, characters, or images—side by side.] I gravitate towards the use of this technique when it is well done, emphasizing their differences, highlighting unexpected similarities, or creating a dynamic, thought-provoking effect. 🎯

Also, not too long and not too short.
It is just right.
Perfect.
2026-07-06