Friday, September 09, 2011


I poured summer down the drain,
The last of it; the end of it.
Sunrays splashed on flowerbeds,
Spiraling with fresh mowed grass
Into the vortex of another year.
I saw the faucet trickle out
A few fake spiders and a
Lit-up pumpkin.  The cycle
Had begun again.

I thought of this poem whilst pouring some long flat, unfinished beer down the drain.  It was Summer Ale from Sam Adams and likely the last I will have of it until next year, seeing as how it's seasonal.  So, I got the idea of actually pouring summer down the drain from that. As you can read, I'm not very good at these poetry explanation things, but I thought I'd give it a try.


  1. Excellence!

    The idea of pouring summer down the drain is...excellent.

  2. Yes, I can't wait for it to "trickle" back down :)

  3. You did a great job, Ben. It's an awesome poem. Summer's been so smokin' hot here, I think it would melt the pipes if I poured it down my drain. Here's to AUTUMN and a new brand of beer. ;-)

  4. Yes, just got some Oktoberfest today :D Is Autumn any cooler there?

  5. ah silly me - I'm still holding on to this
    summer of storms and rains and white butterfly

  6. Wow, great minds really do think alike, Ben. I am working on some summer's end poetry now. As in...I had a slight writer's block in the middle of one and went to check your blog.

    I like that you don't explain, although I think it's a nice touch that you were pouring summer ale (great choice, btw) down the drain. I love the poem, though it kinda makes me sad.

  7. I was feeling pretty down about it too. That's why I added the bit about spiders and pumpkins to make me think of Halloween. Because as much as I miss summer, I love Halloween :)


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