This week let’s summon some warmth and write an August poem. Even though it’s six months away, we can still imagine late summer. Post your results in the comments below.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: August
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Posted my August poem here: https://bartbarkerpoet.com/2019/02/11/august-in-ohio/
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 11, 2019, 10:24 PMidyllic
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Posted by Steve Croft | February 12, 2019, 12:35 PMThat’s the best adjective to describe my childhood.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 12, 2019, 5:39 PMOn a Clear August Night
Anyone can see them, all the cliques
of stars. I look up, then down as I open
the Sears telescope’s tripod, see a fanlight
of quarter moon skim the river by Egans
Creek Ballfield, look at my hands, while crickets
sing their rough monotony. I want to see
Saturn tonight, before a cloud of mosquitoes
sees me in the dark, penetrates the OFF!
moistened by sweat. Scanning, aiming,
face flush with lucky dilettante surprise
I find it, alone, wearing its miracle of rings.
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Posted by Steve Croft | February 11, 2019, 7:01 PMLove the astronomy images here. Great work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 11, 2019, 10:19 PMThanks. I thought about the poem last night and decided I was unhappy with some words (this preoccupation with words! To paraphrase Johnny Depp in “Pirates” — Poet). Happier with this:
On a Clear August Night
Anyone can see them, all the cliques
of stars. I look up, then down as I open
the Sears telescope’s tripod, glimpse a fanlight
of quarter moon skimming the river by Egans
Creek Ballfield, look at my hands, while crickets
sing their chirping monotony. I want to see
Saturn tonight, before a cloud of mosquitoes
sees me in the moonlight, penetrates the OFF!
moistened by sweat. Scanning, aiming,
face flush with lucky dilettante surprise
I find it, alone, wearing its miracle of rings.
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Posted by Steve Croft | February 12, 2019, 12:20 PMFebruary has been cheating.
Inspired by dreams of August
the sun blazed, and wind swirled warm
in vainglory. But Nature knows.
Spring, the most capricious season
is still a month a way.
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Posted by JeanMarie | February 11, 2019, 4:22 PMGood!
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Posted by Steve Croft | February 11, 2019, 6:45 PMVainglory! Love it!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | February 11, 2019, 10:17 PM