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Summer slipped out the back

Summer slipped out the back
Packed up the heat so fast
Didn’t even say goodbye
Just left sand in my shoes
Folded the bright short sleeves
Boxed up the ocean blue
Now every hanger’s heavy
With thicker
Darker hues
I hope we have a mild winter
Let the cold come soft
Come slow
I’m pulling on my long johns
Flannel on my shoulders
Watching one more season go
I hope we have a mild winter
Give me one more gentle day
I’ll walk that same old block
Then sit at my computer
Do a little work for God and stayTop of my long johns on
Flannel shirt buttoned high
Bottom half hugging my legs
As that gray rolls over the sky
Round and round the block
Same cracks in the same old street
Breath like a faded cloud
Keys waiting back on my seat
Quick bite at the kitchen counter
Crumbs on a chipped white plate
Living room light like a little altar
Cursor blinking
Asking me to wait
Screen glows on my tired face
Hands on the keys like I’m in prayer
Small quiet tasks in a quiet place
Believing someone’s with me there

About This Poem

Last Few Words: That is a new poem Written by Aldo Kraas

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Country/Region: Ontario

Favorite Poets: Pablo Neruda, Patrick Friesen, Michael ondatje

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4 months ago

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The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem employs a narrative structure to chart the transition from summer to winter, using concrete imagery and a conversational tone. The opening lines personify summer as someone slipping away, which establishes a motif of departure and change. The poem’s strongest moments are in its tactile details: “sand in my shoes,” “folded the bright short sleeves,” and “boxed up the ocean blue.” These images evoke both the physical and emotional residue of a departed season.

The shift from external observation to internal experience is handled through the layering of clothing (“long johns,” “flannel”), which mirrors the psychological preparation for winter. The repetition of “I hope we have a mild winter” functions as both refrain and emotional anchor, signaling anxiety about the coming cold and a desire for gentleness.

The poem’s second half moves into a domestic interior, with close attention to mundane rituals: walking the block, eating at the counter, sitting at the computer. The line “Do a little work for God and stay” introduces a spiritual dimension, though its meaning is somewhat ambiguous. The poem closes with an image of quiet labor and solitude, hands on the keyboard “like I’m in prayer,” which ties the secular and sacred together.

Formally, the poem is mostly free verse, with line breaks that sometimes reinforce meaning (“With thicker / Darker hues”) but occasionally feel arbitrary or disrupt the flow (“Do a little work for God and stayTop of my long johns on”). There appears to be a typographical error or an unintentional line break in that section, which interrupts the poem’s rhythm and clarity.

The poem’s strengths lie in its sensory specificity and its gentle, meditative tone. The transitions between scenes—outdoors to indoors, public to private, summer to winter—are generally smooth, though the poem could benefit from tightening some of the lineation and clarifying ambiguous phrases. The spiritual undertones are intriguing, but might be developed further for greater impact. Overall, the poem effectively captures the melancholy and ritual of seasonal change through detailed observation and understated emotion.

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Geezer

Geezer

4 months ago

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only just beginning to appreciate some of your works, this happens to be one of them. ~ Geezer.

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