Summer’s Gala

Milk with
Moisten the
Jug, baked
Bread, dry
Dates in
Honey stream
Pot roast
Candy apples
Prepared for
Master’s gala
As summer
Alas begins
Carriage cars
Now approach
Men in boot
Hose, women
In finest silks
Arrive to talk
Endlessly of
Zeroes and ones
And what not
As they party
I’ve kept silent
My thoughts
Heated like
Arriving summer
I’m left alone
To tend to
Plants in back
Garden, still
Pondering deep
Of his secret

Written for Big Tent Poetry.
Image Of Painting From HERE. Original painting, oil on canvas, by celebrated Dutch artist Johannes Vermeer in 1658.

© Leo 22/08/2011

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

22 thoughts on “Summer’s Gala”

  1. painting pictures again, you are, delectable meals prepared for others, a life of servitude, and something more:

    Pondering deep
    Of his secret

    Just lovely, the whole…

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