Sunday, August 4, 2013

August (reposted from 2012)



August
by Lisa A.Williams


August
came and
I remembered the
onslaught of things lost
fading in their sun scorched
fields, withering to fall's intrusion filled 
with promises of redemption, I breathed in 
her solemn splendor, felt summer's sorrow knowing she
would return in her same old lazy way; she 
would be unchanged, it is I who would be different.

30 comments:

  1. Lisa, you have really captured the August feeling here...as it withers to fall's intrusion. In some ways it is a sad month, as it is summer's last gasp....even though summer is very much evident, and with us, the days continuing to shorten always gives me pause.

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    1. There is a sadness for me as well when August arrives, wish summer lasted a bit longer. Thank you Mary, always nice to hear from you.

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  2. nice...august, on the cusp of fall...the seasons changing...in their regular pattern to return the next year...along the way, we are the ones changing...i like...smiles...happy sunday

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  3. Lovely and enjoyed the pyramidic structure.

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  4. a lovely and elegant poem.
    the ending line is so strong, and true.
    love the shape of the poem too, looks like a sailboat to me. :)

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  5. beautiful.. the ending is lovely and truthful.

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  6. Love this poem, which works so well in this form! Bravo!

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  7. Love the way you closed this, it spoke so loudly to me!

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  8. love the contrast in the closing line.

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  9. I too like the form. And the sentiment wrapped up in the mixed feelings about August and it's signal to summer approaching its end. In my part of the country, the cool of the night already takes longer to dissipate into the warmth of the day. Change indeed happens. And we all feel it in ourselves.

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  10. This poem captures the way August days feel! And I loved the truer than true ending. Lovely!

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  11. It's a bittersweet time, isn't it? I hate to see summer end, but then again, I'm ready for school to start back up (kids are too).

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    1. It is a bittersweet month, love summer but it will be nice to get back to a routine as well. Thank you Laurie.

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  12. Yes. Yes. Yes. You have captured August!

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  13. You captured melancholic mood... nature temper...from summer to fall, August - to September... nice...sad...beautiful...

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  14. "It is I who would be different..." Yes and brava! The seasons SEEM to change, but only one to another... the actual Fall is pretty much the same each year, and our response to winter grows more hostile with every passing year! This was a lovely etheree, Lisa. Amy

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  15. This is lovely Lisa you have definitely captured the feel of Autumn,, I love the form as well =). I am not sure if you received my response as you know my writing tends to be dark and I understand having had an abusive childhood that childhood can drag up some painful and terrifying memories so don't worry if your poem is dark. Many of the entries are a little on the dark side actually.

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