Summer of Tangerines


We were
inconstant strangers, reading
together in lamplight, staying up
with the moon. The wind
blew in through the curtains,
ruffled the pages of our lives.

That was the summer of tangerines,
of mornings waking up
entangled in each other's dreams.
When we pulled back the window curtains
each pane glistened with its own color,
like jars of apricot and peach
arranged on a cupboard shelf.

We lay on the grass and watched the Pacific
billow above us in clouds.

You said, tomorrow the wind
would scatter them all away,
bring the summer back.
Lying there with you then,
watching the sky's colors
unravelling from white,
I believed that summer
would skip endlessly on,
like a stone on water.

Now, with the edge of October's sun
pushing against September's seams,
I feel the chill of a different wind;
I feel the song of that summer
calling me, calling me back.


38 comments:

  1. Hello Sam....Lovely, the way the wind blows a comman theme and ruffles the pages of this poem. I can almost see and taste the colors and the textures of the love shared within the jars of apricot and peach. Very much enjoyed!

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  2. Anonymous8:44:00 PM

    Sharing the passing seasons as those subtle refrains fly by~yet your net is well made and with a wonderful eye not a notion passes your gaze. Brilliant

    38harmony

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  3. Anonymous4:23:00 AM

    Yummy.

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  4. Anonymous4:24:00 AM

    i wished there was more.
    @triplecherry x

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  5. I love how you've created a pull to one summer, your remembering of this as if it were yesterday... beautiful. Terrific poem.

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  6. Gren-Hilda4:06:00 PM

    I love the nostalgia and yearning and the use of the warm orange colours. I can also smell that citrus!

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  7. Short link - http://bit.ly/s4tangerine

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  8. You made me cry..not a bad thing..but you made me cry

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  9. Beautiful Sam, a tender look at the pul of time on both seasons and relationships.

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  10. nice...def stirred the emotion...and i felt the calling there in the end...and longing....really like the new background too man....easy on the eyes...

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  11. Such great word craftsmanship as always.

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  12. Really can feel this poem, Sam. Summers always call me back too. I savor the warm weather and the warm memories!

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  13. Love this! On all kinds of levels--

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  14. Sam, this is gorgeous. I love it!

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  15. oh...love all the images... apricots and peach jars..tangerines..can feel the words.. and smell and taste them....

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  16. Ahhh--very pretty poem. I especially like the Pacific in the sky - and then, all the colors too, tangerine/peach. Very lovely. k.

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  17. Love the image of waking up 'entangled in each others dreams'
    What an awesome read this is.

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  18. Again you appeal to so many senses here, sight, smell, touch, and each conveys that nostalgia for moments whose perfections slipped by without us noticing exactly how much less is the rest. Beautiful piece of the heart.

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  19. There is so much to like here, on so many different levels--thanks for sharing!

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  20. Hmmm....Delicious summer, you sum it up beautifully!

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  21. Lovely, lyrical poem, Sam. Wonderful metaphorical use of fruit and weather. You convey so well the pull between wanting to and not being in the moment.

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  22. certainly one of the most beautiful poems i've read recently..deeply heartfelt and skillfully penned. enjoyed this so much. thank you for sharing, Samuel~~

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  23. Gorgeous--images wonderfully sewn together for a luxuriant fabric of a piece--loved it!

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  24. The edge of Octobers sun pushing at Septembers seams, loved that and the colours and warmth throughout.

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  25. Ahh moment really, remembering a romantic summer, and October's Sun pushing against September's seam...another ahhh! Love it!

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  26. I've read a lot of poems today, and this is by FAR my favourite. Utterly beautiful. I think everybody has a summer like that.

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  27. This is beautiful and was pleasurable to read. I really love it's construction and the light feel of romance it projects.

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  28. Lovely share Sam ~ I like the taste of tangerines, summer sun..and finally the changing wind of the season ~

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  29. This is beautiful, clear poetry. Anyone could identify with this. I find these to be the most beautiful sections:

    "We were
    inconstant strangers, reading
    together in lamplight"

    "That was the summer of tangerines"

    "When we pulled back the window curtains
    each pane glistened with its own color"


    I really enjoyed your gentle rhyme, like "moon"/"blew," "tangerines"/"dreams," "lying"/"sky's"/"white"

    And I love the way you leave the ending hanging, like a memory we can almost touch:
    "I feel the song of that summer
    calling me, calling me back."

    Excellent work, Samuel.

    ~Shawna
    (I used to be rosemary mint but have switched to a new blog.)

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  30. "Lying there with you then,
    watching the sky's colors
    unravelling from white,
    I believed that summer
    would skip endlessly on,
    like a stone on water."

    Season's change, people change. Sometimes things are meant to be and sometimes they are gone before they have a proper chance to grow. But always we hold the memories. This is beautiful, Sam.

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  31. Beautiful imagery tinged with that that end of summer sadness. Ah the Pacific..once it's in the blood,it's with you for life.Lovely one.

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  32. very nice, thoroughly enjoyed every bit of this; the sound qualities, intertwined references and contrast...all of it.

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  33. This is such a lovely piece, Samuel. The air is crisp and light and sweet of tart. I love the looking back in the end; undermining the inevitable change in season. I love the wind and the tangle and dreams. Just love this! :)

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  34. Ooh, wistful. I loved this on different levels.

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  35. Oh the eternal spell of summer for those of us who laughed in the sunshine and sang every day. And yet for all of us life is a bell-shaped curve, a waning at the end, a winter. Perhaps we should all learn to ski, since it is all downhill from here!

    Enjoyed your evocative poem!

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  36. really nice write. Love the natural rhythm here. Killer final stanza, perfect in all regards. the image of summer skipping like a stone is great, really enjoyed this. Thanks

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  37. Splice open this piece and the whole feeling spills out with clarity so wonderfully each word placed

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