One Single Impression: Thirst

How is it
Summer can collect
In the back of your throat
Like too much of a good thing?

You would wash it away
To get on with what was
To drink in simple life

As if it were there for the taking.

But

It is only dust

And it will be.

No September rain
Ever stopped the falling of leaves
The withering of the garden
The shortening of breath

That comes with early night.

Thirst can ignite
Passion for a little while
And then it consumes itself.

Call it love.
Call it burning need.
Call it the fire that shapes your soul.

It is a brief thing.

Comments

  1. it sure seems like it, doesn't it-after you wait so long for it and then it barely comes and is soon gone. Kind of like some relationships unfortunately. LOL!

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  2. Yep, I am sitting here waiting for my Clarinex to kick in so summer will get out of my throat and I can lie down and sleep. Geez. I get thirsty for those projects and then I drown in the making. UGh...

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  3. What a thought-provoking post. I never thought of summer and thirst this way.

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  4. Yes, after all is said and done, thirst is a brief thing, but it reoccurs in every moment of our lives, and its addition is what keep us all alive --- such are the seasons of change, as in life and as in nature -- we depend on our thirst.

    Yes, this was a very thought provoking poem, thank you.

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  5. Thought provoking. Yes, thirst is a brief thing, here now and gone so soon... then, here again... Thirst is good, it shows how alive we are!

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  6. Thirst, tho brief, returns again and again so we may enjoy the refreshment of an ordinary thing over and over again.

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  7. Sobering thoughts with the seasons change. I will take the passion for a little while....
    Spirithelpers

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  8. Yes, thirst and passion may be brief things, like bursts of flame.

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  9. Yes,thirst can drive you on & on but in the end it is quenched and gone......

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  10. Anonymous4:27 AM

    I like way Maggie said...it conveys the depth of your verses well..:)
    It is there and it drives you all along and when it is needed the most, it leaves us alone..!!
    Good thought, great flow, and an amazing feel!
    Keep writing..:)

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  11. profundity for sure sandy

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  12. It is a good thing that passion is brief. Who could sustain such a level for long? If not, wouldn't we drown from the quenching?

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  13. Oh, that first stanza is awesome! A great intro to the rest of your poem. Love it!

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  14. This flows for me. Like how you developed it..

    inside, outside, which side

    Please don't forget to post your creative works at Monday Poetry Train Revisited too each Monday morning!

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  15. Fugacious thing indeed, more a desperation to try and freeze the moment...

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  16. Beautifully said, and at such a perfect time. There's something about the cooler air of September that puts an edge on evening thoughts and feelings.

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  17. i can relate to this as it's just so hot here in the philippines right now.

    rain comes but sometimes it's still hot.

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  18. A great thought in this. Marvellous.

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  19. I really enjoyed reading where you took this prompt Sandy, nice work!!!

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  20. Thank you for the gracious reminder of the brief duration of all things...

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  21. " wouldn't we drown from the quenching? "

    " we depend on our thirst "

    " it reoccurs.... and its addition is what keep us all alive "


    " Summer can collect
    In the back of your throat
    Like too much of a good thing?...



    thought provoking..

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  22. You have a way with words - none can compare!

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  23. I like the different ways we quench our thirst and I do love the changing seasons here in Georgia.

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  24. and so it is...

    thank you for this lovely piece, Sandy--

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  25. Oh Sandy, I didn't want to know that it (thirst) would consume itself! Love does that too?? Oh no!
    I do like your poem, it moves along smartly.
    ..

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  26. I call it fire! Lovely

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  27. I think... I'm going to have to think about this one. Call it "meta-thinking". Or perhaps "over-thinking". Yes of course... there's more, but for another time and place.

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  28. such a poignant metaphor for life...& more literally, something that is palpable right now here in NC.

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  29. IT is, all too brief...enjoyed this post!

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  30. Beautiful word imagery. I love your writings, Sandy~

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  31. This gave me chills my friend. Thus also is life..no?


    love-Melanie

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  32. love these lines:
    No September rain
    Ever stopped the falling of leaves
    The withering of the garden

    Even the most generous outpouring cannot stop the passage of time and rhythms of nature.

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  33. Oh this is wonderful Sandy! Perfectly stated and executed~ and quite a tribute to the changing seasons. I especially loved the first few lines..."How is it
    Summer can collect
    In the back of your throat
    Like too much of a good thing?" Have a wonderful weekend!

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