August 19, 2010

in Confessions,Lifestyle

Inspired by “Summertime” sung by Janis Joplin

Take me to a park, set me on a swing.  Let your feverish voice push me higher, higher, until I can tiptoe on leaves to the sky.  Let me ride on a breeze – a path cut through smothering August; rest of the world stands still.  Rest of the world held down by heat. Humidity reaching in through their mouths grabs hold of their lungs and juices them.  Throw my head back sweep the dirt with my hair – push me higher higher until I

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Alana Morales August 19, 2010 at 11:17 am

I know I sound like a broken record, but love it! And I don't know if I've ever told you, but I LOVE your avatar. Love it!

Enya August 19, 2010 at 1:54 pm

Love it. Everyone needs to read something like this every so often. Just to get out of our heads and start living. 
Stopping by from Mama Kat's.

HisBell August 19, 2010 at 8:25 pm

Absolutely adorable… Love this post!

Paul Oakley August 20, 2010 at 1:52 am

Love J.J.'s interpretation of the song (though it is the sound of a live singer singing at home in her courtyard, voice wafting over the roofs of the neighborhood on a hot summer night in Japan that first comes to mind…)!
Such a true personification of humidity! The scene captures summer beautifully!

Cyrene @ Mum In FlipFlops August 20, 2010 at 2:05 am

Beautifully written! It makes me long for summer all over again – only i remember how unbearably hot it was around here then. Gah, if only I could have one and not the other. 😉
I left an award for you on my blog. 🙂 

Lindsey August 20, 2010 at 12:11 pm

Thank you for the award. I will go find it now!

vivienne blake August 20, 2010 at 4:00 am

A wonderful evocation of childhood, when it was always summer.

Elizabeth August 20, 2010 at 9:50 am

Love the higher higher that refers to the child on the swing, but also to the rising heat. And especially like the hair trailing the ground image.

Diane T August 20, 2010 at 11:47 am

I absolutely love poems about swinging.  Have written a few myself, but this was positively delightful!

Emily August 20, 2010 at 8:51 pm

I miss my swinging days, and your poem brought back days of swinging and hot summertimes, which didn't seem so bad when when we were kids! I am so jealous of people who can write poetry.

barbara August 20, 2010 at 9:22 pm

I hate August, but I do remember that hair-brushing-the-ground feeling.

wayne August 20, 2010 at 10:29 pm

nicely done…inspired by the great janis……reminds me of summertime at the Filmore in SF with her and Country Joe and The Fish…

Deb August 21, 2010 at 9:48 am

Super response to your inspiration. I loved the hair in the dirt, too — puts me in that swing with the narrator.

Leo August 22, 2010 at 12:39 pm

oh yes.. even I feel like, just letting go 🙂
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Tumblewords August 22, 2010 at 4:06 pm

Oh, yes, this sings with the joy of swinging. Beautiful!

Cynthia Short August 22, 2010 at 5:53 pm

This brought back so many memories to me…and makes me want to just SWING!

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