August
this sun-cracked
droop of fading flowers
bleached blue sky:
even Earth is bored, yawning
and everything needs a prop
in the heat
(so we round up
kids and stuff
them into desks
sleepy, sweaty, restless
for the first breath of fall)
NaPoWriMo Day 4, Which is the cruelest month?
Graceful Press Poetry 
You’ve definitely made your case! (K)
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🙂 And now I’ll be able to appreciate the fact that it’s freezing cold in April. Right?
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Right!
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Lots of insight here. Well written insight to boot!
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Thank you. This prompt tapped the right spot–compared to the past couple days–I just sat down and started scribbling. (Maybe it’s easier to complain?)
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I felt like it was August when I read this. Great job!
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I felt the same way!
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It’s those dog days!
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Yes! And I was trying to be fair–maybe it’s not so bad where I live now–but I grew up in South Texas and have a lifelong abhorrence of August!
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Yes! That cruel twist at the end, especially. I considered writing about the brushfires in South African summer but still love even that too much…and ended up with an equally love-the-cruelty poem. I think I’m a sucker for discomfort.
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Now you make me laugh! I would like to read that brushfire poem, though, when you’re ready. And it can be a love poem. 🙂
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I think it would be important to have humour when facing a brushfire. Ode to a Brushfire. I can hear it now.
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The last stanza is a wonderful combination of both parent and teacher.
Well done!
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Thanks very much!
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splendid poem.
also just wanted you to know that I added you to my “Twenty Worthy Blogs” page
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Thank you! I’m honored. 🙂
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