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All On A Summer's Day

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The sky was as blue as it could be
Our hearts were young and too carefree,
As we walked the road down to the sea
All on a summer's day.

We found her laying on the shore,
Her hair was pale, her clothes were poor,
Her open eyes would see no more,
All on a summer's day.

A seagull circled in the sky
My brother gagged and so did I,
A lone tear trickled from Sister's eye
All on a summer's day.

I think of her when days grow dark,
Or when I watch my daughter in the park,
And think of life, both sweet and stark
Even on a summer's day.
This poem, although it can be read alone, is also a prequel to the poem Duet: A Ghost Along the Shore [link]

It continues in the use of song rhythms like the first poem uses.

Maybe I'm writing a poetic murder mystery backwards? LOL.
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somnomollior's avatar
CSI meets poetry.
knittingknots's avatar
Pretty much. LOL!
HippieVan57's avatar
nice work my friend :D
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Cibbwin's avatar
Too carefree, indeed! Your details are tantalizing. I WANT MOAR!!!
knittingknots's avatar
Ah, I tantalized you? But I was just running with the folksong tradition that compresses and doesn't give backstory.... :)
Cibbwin's avatar
Ack, damnit... you are cruel, but right! Haha.
knittingknots's avatar
But it could be as simple as the speaker thinking about her life before discovering the body on the beach, how it didn't take into consideration the dark side of life...and finding the body was the first shattering of that innocence...
Cibbwin's avatar
Loss of innocence seems to be a staple theme of folk songs and stories.

She doesn't seem to be so mournful in this piece, though. She doesn't sound content, but she sounds like she's accepted the fact with little fanfare, know what I mean?
knittingknots's avatar
You're right...she's dealt with it, and she's looking back, remembering...
Cibbwin's avatar
Wow, that's both sad and almost happy. It sounds like a song! =D
knittingknots's avatar
It does, doesn't it? It's almost to the tune of the Christ child Lullaby, but not quite. I realized that after I wrote it...I really get into traditional and folk music in a big way, especially old Scottish and Irish tunes.
That's awesome!
Kp-Squeak95's avatar
Omg I love that....I was just singing it outloud...it could be a song ^_^ Instant Fav ^_^
knittingknots's avatar
It really could be...I'm not the musician enough to write it, but it's got the rhythm of a traditional song. Glad you like it!
Kp-Squeak95's avatar
Lol you just need to make a few chords then you can sing the melody which is the song, and add a chorus It's really simple =D And A Poem is a song without Music
knittingknots's avatar
A lot of my rhymed poems have very strong folk song influences...sometimes I actually have a traditional folk tune in my head when I do them, sometimes just a rhythm...but the rhythm often comes first before the words.
Kp-Squeak95's avatar
xD Im the opposite...Words create the rhythm for me and my lyrics..lol
knittingknots's avatar
I work that way too, sometimes...but I hear the music in the words a lot...it's the way the vowels and consonants interact with pause and stress and meaning. I make jokes about my poetry muse being a drummer...but I also write a lot of free verse, so if she is a drummer, she also likes the flow of words in a natural cascade as well as with the structured folk stuff...
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