Friday, August 2, 2013

POETRY FRIDAY: Poems of August

I am, once again, stunned by the speed at which our summer is flying by! Every year, the beginning of August brings with it a flurry of anticipation, determination, and regret; anticipation of the new school year to come, determination to make the last few weeks really count, and regret that the long days with my sweet boys are almost over (where we live, school starts on August 21st).

Of course, the days of August create a beautiful, calming ambiance, as well. Hay sits in bales along country roads, roses are in full bloom, peaches are *perfectly* ripe, and blackberries, tomatoes, watermelon, cucumbers, and ______ (fill in the blank with your favorite summer fruit or veggie here) are ripe for picking. Sunny afternoons bring a haze of warm, buzzing air, and books beg to be read in lawn chairs, hammocks, or—if it’s too hot outside—big comfy couches in air conditioned rooms.
One of my favorite summer reading spots

 
I found a lovely poem about August to share today, which describes this month perfectly:
Fairest of the months!
Ripe summer's queen
The hey-day of the year
With robes that gleam with sunny sheen
Sweet August doth appear.
by R. Combe Miller


While exploring summer poetry, I also came across this gem by Elizabeth Maua Taylor that captures August’s nature perfectly:
August rushes by like desert rainfall,
A flood of frenzied upheaval,
Expected,
But still catching me unprepared.

Please go here to read the rest of the poem!

When contemplating my own August poem, I decided to revisit a new favorite poetic form of mine, math poetry. Here are a few that I came up with:


½ play time + ½ pool time = 1 perfect summer day
 
                                                             twinkling
                                                                buzzing
                                                               laughing
                                                    +         swatting
                                                        August night

 
(berry patch + pail + purple fingertips) × grandma = blackberry cobbler
 
SC blackberries are the sweetest!


Enjoy the last days of summer, and Happy Writing!

8 comments:

  1. Your summer reading spot it luscious.

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    1. It is great, except for the mosquitos. All of the rain this summer has made our yard very buggy this year!

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  2. I loved the blackberry poem! Great post. I am missing the Carolina summer days...

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  3. Enjoy the great trail of Summer!

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    1. Thanks so much, Claudine! Summer is just too short! = )

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  4. Mmm, those blackberries look delish!

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    1. They are fat and juicy, and even my puppy likes to eat them!

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