Thursday, 1 September 2011

Breath of Summer

House is quiet
Standing still, ghostly pale
Like no one lives there

Bed is tidy
Pillows, cushions stiffed-neck
No one ruffling it today

Floor is clean
Polished like a mirror
Looking at itself

Suddenly, luggage heaving
Doors opening wide
Running feet, gleeful sounds

Windows flinging sideways
Bright sunflowers in pockets
Last breath of summer
    


Author's Note:   Flash Fiction Friday - Tell a story in 55 words.  G-man, here's one! 


I can feel the cool air nipping, don't you?  
My pre-teen daughter arrived yesterday after spending the month with her cousins in Vancouver for vacation.  Her school starts next week, Tuesday after our long weekend.  She is like a breeze of summer with her endless chatter. ;-)
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37 comments:

  1. Laurie Kolp1 September 2011 at 20:09

    = )-- I love sunflowers in pockets, Heaven.

    I bet it was so good to see your daughter after a month! Enjoy the holiday.

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  2. Monkey Man1 September 2011 at 20:17

    Sounds more like a fun truth than fiction. Awesome write.

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  3. Pat Hatt1 September 2011 at 20:38

    Yeah lots of truth here, everything can seem empty and then home and sounds abound as the luggage hits the floor.

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  4. Mary1 September 2011 at 20:51

    Yes, last breath of summer. I love it. I think my poem conveyed simillar thoughts. When I see sunflowers, I reallize summer is 'toast.'lin

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  5. Anonymous1 September 2011 at 20:58

    you've told a lovely story my friend :)

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  6. Unknown1 September 2011 at 21:01

    For years we spent a week at Newport Beach with our kids and friends each summer. This brought it all back. Thank you for that!

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/09/01/seek-the-son/

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  7. Ravenblack1 September 2011 at 21:17

    Excellent transition from quiet to suddenly joyful entrance and return of people back from their vacation. :)

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  8. G-Man1 September 2011 at 21:27

    Heaven...
    Perfectly stated.
    But I gotta tell ya, I LOVE Autumn!
    Loved your 55.
    Thanks for playing, Thank you for your wonderful support, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  9. Ella1 September 2011 at 21:38

    aahh, this was like a breath of fresh air~ Say goodbye to summer camp and head back to reality! I loved it~

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  10. Sherry Blue Sky1 September 2011 at 21:52

    I loved this. You captured the fleeting end-of-summer......

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  11. TALON1 September 2011 at 22:20

    This was lovely. There's nothing sweeter than an empty space being filled up with love.

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  12. Alice Audrey1 September 2011 at 22:34

    Isn't it wonderful when family comes home? Though, frankly, I disparage of ever achieving a clean house, even for a minute.

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  13. Mijayami1 September 2011 at 23:56

    Lovely. I like how you build up from one state to the other. I don't think I could ever survive a month away from my kids but I can imagine what a fluster the homecoming would be like. Well done.

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  14. Cad2 September 2011 at 00:37

    Sounds like the end of the holiday...

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  15. 1ManView2 September 2011 at 00:39

    Sweet Piece Heaven... Put a smile on my face...

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  16. Anonymous2 September 2011 at 00:48

    so very sweet. :)

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  17. Nanka2 September 2011 at 02:33

    Well mirrored thoughts and ideas!! I can clearly see the great imagery too!! :)

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  18. Anonymous2 September 2011 at 02:44

    You create a real sense of anticipation and then fulfilment and a new beginning in this. End of summer, but also beginning of a new time.

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  19. Lydia2 September 2011 at 04:37

    This is absolutely beautiful. And do you know that this stanza is perfect?
    Floor is clean
    Polished like a mirror
    Looking at itself

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  20. Dave King2 September 2011 at 06:35

    Nah, don't bbelieve it, summer's not finished with us yet. Great poem - just a tad premature! Or is that just my optimism, again?

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  21. Anonymous2 September 2011 at 07:14

    A beautiful poem Heaven.
    My favourite part is:
    'Floor is clean
    Polished like a mirror
    Looking at itself
    A wonderful haiku all by itself.

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  22. Olivia2 September 2011 at 07:36

    Romantically beautiful..
    Summers fading away to fall.. best part of the year!

    hugs xo

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  23. Daydreamertoo2 September 2011 at 07:47

    Awwww Lovely, especially the happiness at the end :)

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  24. Mary2 September 2011 at 08:41

    Just beautiful. Love the joyful ending.

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  25. Vinay Leo R.2 September 2011 at 09:59

    I love the imagery about the floor reflecting itself. Loved it.

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  26. hotspicywings@yahoo.com2 September 2011 at 10:21

    awesome!
    welcome home, beautiful girl!

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  27. Maude Lynn2 September 2011 at 13:36

    This is lovely!

    And, I know what you mean about that endless chatter!

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  28. Ramesh Sood2 September 2011 at 13:45

    Reading it right through gave a good feeling... yes, I felt Happy.. and joyous..

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  29. Jannie Funster2 September 2011 at 22:22

    Ahhh, I remmeber clean floors and tidier things.

    You must be so gald to have her back.

    Not too much cooler here yet, but soon I hope. Let me check my iPhone...

    Wow, next week we could get down to highs of aabout 32 C. Yay! Bring it on.

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  30. Anonymous2 September 2011 at 23:33

    Ohhh! That's so nice. I'm sure she's glad to be back, just as you're glad to have her back. ;-)

    Love the sunflowers, too. One of my favorite flowers.

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  31. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall3 September 2011 at 11:24

    beautiful...

    love it.

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  32. Carrie Van Horn3 September 2011 at 13:04

    Breath of summer....so true....love how you captured this one! :-)

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  33. Ed Pilolla3 September 2011 at 13:15

    i like who you have movement to this, with the quiet house to begin with and rushing energy at the end. sunflowers in pockets says something of the characters involved, and i like it:) my kind of people.

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  34. Tweety3 September 2011 at 14:34

    I loved it...Its almost like the house was filled with a new regenerating energy :) :)

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  35. Margaret4 September 2011 at 23:36

    Enjoying the calm and cleanliness... AND then the love and laughter arrive. I'll take that any day! :)

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  36. Traci B12 September 2011 at 13:16

    Beautiful photo and a wonderfully evocative poem to go with it. I'd like to be in that house... :)

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  37. Ed Pilolla12 September 2011 at 16:14

    this is so good.

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