Poems

Summer Update

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Which Turn Is It?


I feel pulled, pulled in every direction,

A little here, a little there but no North Star,

Transcendent lost in the Summer sunshine, sweaty days, and new beginnings,

I feel pulled, pulled in every direction,

How does one schedule the chaos into free time?

The wind blows, tumble weeds roll, and the days change; yet every day is the same,

I feel pulled, pulled in every direction,

Turn, Turn, Turn there is a season; which Turn is it?

Can I take captive the time, time to Turn chaos into peace and purpose?

But I feel pulled, pulled in every direction.

 

 

Copyright 2019 J. A. Goggans

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A special thanks to the Byrds for this song I’ve loved for many summers each with their own varying Turns.

 

 

Poems

Faded Summer Night

 

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Faded Summer Night

Baby wrestled mom to play in mud; Mom hugged harder.

The frogs filled the air with their spray can shakers.

Dusk’s sweet smell condensed around the anglers. The water shone their youthful forms in the glassy ripples.

The fish nibbled the treats the children offered them. Bait bit bait.

Where is the country dance of the fire flies?

A cool breath pulled the mist out of nothing and spread across God’s mirror.

 

Copyright 2014 J. A. Goggans

 

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