#summersolstice - Hello Poetry

i tidied the corners, stories simmered in the chilli, scattered petals on the grass — rose-red, next to a single lily. i’d chosen the music with care, but laughter co-wrote the score, each chorus pulling us closer to something warmer than before. we bathed in rain, clouds, and sun, each one carrying a moment, where secrets come undone, and quiet truths are spoken. the fairy lights lit up, as the world flipped slowly — a circle of soft goodbyes turning intimate into holy. as the solstice faded, and it struck twelve once more, a day like this feels sacred, as the season shifts the shore. this night won't conclude us, though the dusk will surely dim. we are only at the beginning, on the edge where stories swim.

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Jun 22, 2025

Jun 22, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC

kortuvalentinepoetry

summer solstice.

i tidied the corners, stories simmered in the chilli, scattered petals on the grass — rose-red, next to a single lily. i’d chosen the music with care, but laughter co-wrote the score, each chorus pulling us closer to something warmer than before. we bathed in rain, clouds, and sun, each one carrying a moment, where secrets come undone, and quiet truths are spoken. the fairy lights lit up, as the world flipped slowly — a circle of soft goodbyes turning intimate into holy. as the solstice faded, and it struck twelve once more, a day like this feels sacred, as the season shifts the shore. this night won't conclude us, though the dusk will surely dim. we are only at the beginning, on the edge where stories swim.

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Summer solstice in a dark Basement kava bar. An army of drums Rolling my brain around In an intoxicated blur. There are things no one understands Hiding in me. Things Made of a foreign Fiji beverage That makes your tongue numb. Hanging glass tubes Filled with feathers and herbs. A bar, A traditional toast, A friendly conversation. I hide myself In the blue walls, Mimic the gold designs Until I disappear. It’s hard to be anywhere, Hard to forget, But I’m here.

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Jun 21, 2019

Jun 21, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC

AnonymousFreak

Solace

Summer solstice in a dark Basement kava bar. An army of drums Rolling my brain around In an intoxicated blur. There are things no one understands Hiding in me. Things Made of a foreign Fiji beverage That makes your tongue numb. Hanging glass tubes Filled with feathers and herbs. A bar, A traditional toast, A friendly conversation. I hide myself In the blue walls, Mimic the gold designs Until I disappear. It’s hard to be anywhere, Hard to forget, But I’m here.

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Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] The Fairies Themselves Now Dance Sweet Summer In My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird -Mary Oliver, “Messenger” Everything is sacramental this week: The Strawberry Moon in the fullness of being Midsummer magic by day and by night The English quarter day, the Feast of St. John And holy bonfires in honor of light Good honeybees take Communion at every flower Soft breezes sing hymns among the ripening corn The woods and fields are baptized in happiness The sun and moon bless maidens and swains We need no clocks or calendars to tell us when – The fairies themselves now dance sweet summer in

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Jun 19, 2024

Jun 19, 2024 at 5:46 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

A Midsummer Fantasy

Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] The Fairies Themselves Now Dance Sweet Summer In My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird -Mary Oliver, “Messenger” Everything is sacramental this week: The Strawberry Moon in the fullness of being Midsummer magic by day and by night The English quarter day, the Feast of St. John And holy bonfires in honor of light Good honeybees take Communion at every flower Soft breezes sing hymns among the ripening corn The woods and fields are baptized in happiness The sun and moon bless maidens and swains We need no clocks or calendars to tell us when – The fairies themselves now dance sweet summer in

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