Daily Verse
Week 1, June 2024
Mid-summer Magic
by Sasha Clark 3rd June 2024
Oh ye who believes not in magic
take heed
For Midsummer doth spark
magical mysteries for those who know
Mayhap that strange noise
you hear in the woods
is just a family of squirrels
Or mayhap that sound
be a fairy party
a magical celebration of life
Know ye that nature is magical
with wonders to enjoy if one takes heed
Know ye that life is magical
Your very essence sings of magic
Midsummer magic can
open the door to the magic
that lays inside us all
Poems on midsummer magic
by Jennifer Gurney 4th June 2024
resting on your shore
your waves hypnotize me--
drawing me between
your ebb
and flow
turning the bend
I descend the embankment
and my breath catches--
my pelicans are back
heralding the dawn of summer
midhike
my gaze shifts upward
effortlessly you drift by
translucent, ethereal
taking me with you
Mid-summer Musing
By Gopal Lahiri 5th June 2024
I love the fire glow in the summer as the
dry mud and weed clog toes near the lake side.
There are roots deep within, century old
stories curl in the sprays of dust on the pavement.
Sunflowers stretch long enough but still
not get a chance to close their shining faces.
Gulmohor street lies idle where I escape to gather
my missing steps and unknown fire tips.
The sun glistens on the eyes of sparrows
crossing the narrow pontoon bridges.
Azure sky chisel the birds into song-lyrics while
the wind carries the woodpeckers to the branches.
My shadows burn and eyes turn into an island
where I stand in nowhere and my heart turns to fire.
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Gulmohor flower blooms in summer in and around Indian Sub-continent.
Poems on Mid-summer Magic
By Karen Pierce Gonzales 6th June 2024
On the throne
Imperial
wood dragon
on sage mountain
heats up a sunrise
of ripe berries that roll
into the open mouth
of summer.
Obon Odori
Dance under paper lanterns of light.
Ancestors will find you
in cotton yukata and wooden geta sandals,
festive fans waving wildly
in the warm summer’s open night air.
Soul Birds
Geese soar in formation
to protect the world.
An army-flock,
they can lay golden eggs
of goodwill towards those
we keep in the shadows
of our fearful hearts.
The midsummer Collage
By Santosh Bakaya 7th June 2024
The breeze blowing in bounteous bouts becomes a gale.
Sparrows hopping around sheathed in slivers of gold.
Strays stumbling in puddles,
fumbling for those elusive cuddles.Colorful pieces of paper escape from their moorings,
playing pranks.Squirrels standing on their haunches
Greedily filling their tiny paunches.
Where is the painter hiding?
What hues!
What depth!
What dimensionality!
Ah, I just spied her! The Painter with the dainty fingers.
Lingering near the elves and the pixies - half a dozen of them.
Frantically using the brush, bemused,
as they somersault from trees, attired in green.What a treat to be greeted by the parakeets.
The sun sets, leaving in its wake
an intensely beautiful, soft golden glow
that gradually fades, as night falls.Hey, are the midsummer fairies beseeching for something?
The scorching sun had singed the plants.
Do the fairies want the wilted plants to be healed? Revived?
In a sequestered part of memory land,
I still see a spunky five-year-old,
Perched atop a neem tree.
Free.
Uncaged.Crooning a song.
Safe from the raging, fiery gale
Long, long ago, on a day in June.
Biographies of Poets
Sasha Clark was raised in the suburbs in Baltimore, Maryland. About 11 1/2 years ago she moved with her husband to Southern New Mexico. She began writing self-healing posts on Facebook shortly after covid started. Then a friend introduced her to a Haiku group so now she writes at least one Haiku daily. She also makes gemstone necklaces, mostly turquoise. And is learning Tai Chi including sword form. Her day job is a reference investigator for a background investigation company which does screening mostly for hospitals
