Lost summer. A poem by Terrence Sykes

driving across this southern summer
crepe myrtles line every street in this town
chet baker on the stereo

modern monk of some sort
…..rise with the sun
…..sleep with the moon

pondering my cloistered life
faith seems like a dream
pray not to be prey

took the highway home
only to find tangled
broken cedar & juniper

from an unseen ongoing storm
distant lands & even native cities
seems so so far away

seeking sustenance
for my wearying neglected body
or is it for my hungering soul


Terrence Sykes was born and raised in the rural coal mining area of Virginia. This isolation brings the theme of remembrance to his creations, whether real or imagined. Other interests include cooking, gardening, heirloom vegetable research & foraging wild edibles. His poetry – photography – flash fiction has been published in Bangladesh, Canada, Ireland, India, Mauritius, Pakistan, Scotland, Spain, and the USA.


  1. Urgent and realistic

    Good work

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