”Summer Evening” by: Edward Hopper
Hey junebug
why so loud
why so impertinent
what’s with all this buzzing chatter
you’re bump and thump and all a’clatter
worrying with the frontporch light
steaming on this august night
such racket over a minor matter
while here below you
my heart breaks in silence
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry’s sweltering at: dVerse
Reads like a sad nostaglic poem (like your music choice). Enjoy the summer season.
Thank you Grace, I hoped it read with that feeling… 🙂
A great poem Rob. I loved the June bug in August. They do get big and fat by then. You ending left me sad.
dwight
Glad you enjoyed this Dwight… 🙂
I didn’t see the ending coming. Kind of heartbreaking after describing the junebug with its lively chatter.
Gotcha Nitin! 😉
Fantastic key change there – major to minor. Loved it.
Thank you so much Sarah. I write poetry live music. I have brake cords, I have dark cords I like to do changes from minors to majors for majors to minors always leaving something to shock or thrill or teach. Die right for him much my poetry in the same way I write music.
I think this might be my favorite poem of yours that I have read.
Thank you very much JYP, I am very pleased this resonated strongly for you my friend. 🙂
I read it as June bug being a pet name for the girl, a lover’s quarrel ‘in the heat of the night’ and a broken heart. Right or wrong, it has a great rhythm.
It’s more literal than that Jane. In late summer, August for example, in Cincinnati where I grew up, it was common to be on your frontporch on a summer night, chatting, while cooling off from the hot house — AC was not prevalent then. With the porch light on, June bugs… (large brown scarab beetle that appeared in late spring and early summer, genus Phyllophaga — family is Scarabaeidae, order Coleoptera) …would be banging into the porch light. They were drawn to it, just like moths are. Junebugs are fat and feisty by August, so they made quite a clatter.You are right about the break up, but it was happening with junebugs and moths banging against the porchlight, making a fuss and a clatter. A summer noise I heard all through my childhood.
“such racket over a minor matter,” oh my heart this is so poignant! I can feel the bittersweet emotions here so much, Rob! Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt.
Thank you for your kind words… 🙂
Ooh! What a twist, Rob! From minor to major in one heartbreaking line. Love it. ??
Glad you liked the surprise ending Punam… 🙂
So much in so few words – amazing writing Rob!
Thank you Kate… 🙂