What matter? What care?
What sweet honeydew air
And sultry swelter of the sun
As summer’s days have begun.
Careless breezes, hearty wind…
cold, stale air that does rescind.
Morning dew upon the grass,
Inviting strangers as they pass.
But, Alas! Unbearable heat!
Keeping cool can be quite a feat.
Unless ye’ fell upon luck
You might find yourself stuck…
Bound to glorious suns that rise and fall
Hiding secrets behind their crawl.
Bugs to boot, a plethora, a plenty!
In a matter of moments you’ll surely count twenty!
What is there to do against such a pest?
Then to stay inside in safe protest? —
I say, “Bear the bites of bugs!”
“As they suck your blood with hugs!”
For once a year the summer arrives
And only once we live our lives.
So listen closely to the butterfly wings
And the orchestra as one bird sings.
Run your fingers through the ground,
As you listen to this sound.
What matter? What care?
What sweet honeydew air
And sultry swelter of the sun
As summer’s days have begun.




This is somewhat different from what I usually do but I could not bear to take away rhyme from any poem I do so I think I subconsciously started to do those end rhymes although I told myself to try to think outside of that box.


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Very sweet, almost a charming quality to it.

Bravo! Excellent execution and command of the words. It reminds me of poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay. The only suggestions I could offer is to change 'butterfly wings' to 'butterfly wing' (it will still rhyme but flow better IMHO) or even change the line to 'So listen closely as the butterfly wings'. Also 'What matters' kind of flows better than simply 'what matter' in my view. My final suggestion is to change 'as summer's days' to simply 'summer days' in both passages but I do see how that would take away the concept of summer possessing such days to a more generic concept of summer days.

I wrote a poem about the mosquito after being bit one night terribly when taking a nap outside, not that one could tell I was talking about mosquitoes within it, but I did a bit of research and was glad to know that only the females do bite so fortunately I was only bit half as much. They then go and regurgitate some of it so the males can feed. This is when they are not both feeding on nectar. Oh but it was terrible, I felt poisoned physically for days, and my skin was ruined for months. I suppose I can post that piece on my own poetry thread.

Either way excellent work on this one you have done.

Heh, when I do a poem I often mean what I put down the first or second time. In this case I wrote it three times before I realized the odd Nouns and adjective phrases just had to go in there.


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Mhmm I would agree odd phrases and usage of words is what gives a poem its character.

hehe, neato! I like it "As they suck your blood with hugs"