for those eternal summers an undulating

rimbaudian reverie

The lindens are lining the promenade

how we wish we were seventeen again

their branches arching ever skyward

framing Vincent's starry manifold

swallowing every thought and sound

each caveat, each dolce far niente

now fading and then pulsing with the

rising and ebbing of rhythmic tides

how serious this business of life is;

our limbs intertwine as we scramble

shaking sand from between our toes

we sit on wicker recliners and imbibe

beverages that splash down so loudly

with the crashing of frolicking waves

Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2019-09-13 at 13:18

Tags Summer  Poem  Rimbaud 

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Superlative. I remember the lindens in a Rimbaud poem.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a fine poem. It has great texture to it.

I think there is no hope

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
maturity leads to beautiful memories, this is lovely.