Summertime Talk in Color and Sound by Peter Menkin
Summertime Conversation in Friendship
What's this poem (?), but a conversation in summertime with experimental sentences and the idea of friendship. Yes, that's it. A poem that shows friendship, and says a little bit about conversation. I hope you find it amusing. I wrote it in 2001, and this is it from six years ago.
An admirer who read it admiringly on a poetry board then, wrote: "I admire how you mingle speech and the sharing relationship of conversation with natural elements within this piece, Peter. Surely a few more deep shades of green wouldn't hurt though?" I said I would help it along, but still no revise.
Summetime talk in color and sound...
by Peter Menkin
Speaking words that come out color,
visible
as in round circle of blue
like the clear Caribbean sea
this
summertime conversation
spoken against the clouded sky;
words about our lives
held together by sunset,
light
changing the green trees
ours
tall challenge at days end
during friendly conversations
dimensions
radiant orange enlarging
between a man and woman.
To blend with the white sky
we speak admitting mortality.
Audio reading by the poet is here:
http://www.archive.org/details/SummertimeTalkInColorAndSoundByPeterMenkin
Note by the poet: Peter Menkin has been writing poetry since 1999. At the age of 61 (62 in October 2008), Peter's been published in a few small magazines: Ruah, which is a Dominican magazine of theology and philosophy out of Berkeley, CA USA, Westward Quarterly, who has published poems a number of times, and a few others.
Related Tags: relationship, friendship, conversation, summertime
Peter Menkin, an aspiring poet, lives in Mill Valley, CA USA (north of San Francisco).
My blog:
http://www.petermenkin.blogspot.com
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