Amputated Moon

Jul 3

Category: My Poetry

July lies ahead

poured out like

shadows at dusk

the sun’s beams

are broad and indifferent

searing the air

into white hot

rather than blue

bound in humidity

the grass dries

the herb garden wilts

reasoned thoughts stray

only three more months

until autumn arrives

and the sky turns blue again

Pamela Olson, 7/3/08

This poem was written for

8 comments

8 Comments so far

San July 3rd, 2008 10:02 am

i love anything that ends on a positive note. my stuff usually doesnt though. which is probably why i like it when it does. wow. now im rambling. i liked this a lot.
TC July 3rd, 2008 11:48 am

Please don’t wish summer away for me Winter was soooooooooooo long here that I’m loving summer!
tammy July 3rd, 2008 2:23 pm

This was lovely! “A hot white sky” was a line I could feel.
Rachel July 3rd, 2008 4:23 pm

I love how you can make a reader feel like they’re there in the heat. Your poem actually made me parched with THIRST..now I’m off for water haha… great job!!!
lissa July 3rd, 2008 5:29 pm

that’s how I feel about summer, somehow summer doesn’t agree with me or I don’t agree with summer

well put as usual and nice imaginary
AnthonyNorth July 5th, 2008 8:33 am

Here in the UK it sometimes feels like we’re still waiting for summer.
situation normal.
Enjoyed your poem, though.
Crafty Green Poet July 6th, 2008 5:09 am

its still raining here, I’d like some searing heat for a change!
Noah July 6th, 2008 11:26 am

Autumn is my favorite time of year.