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Topic: Don't Laugh at July
by Alison McKenzie
ItÂ’s a scorcher,
As usual -
Random lightening strikes
Bring on the flames!
The river steams in the afternoon inferno;
Rage of a season
Burning everything in its path.
But you!
My God, but you blossom here
In the heat!
(Brilliant flora of radiant delight)
July is no joke
This year
I love July,
For here you are
In this waterless season of Hell
Alive
(While I cry oceans of joy)
08/09/2004 Author's Note: Topic by Rebecca Parker; For John
Posted on 08/09/2004
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/10/04 at 02:46 AM LOL! Believe it or not, sounds like Ottawa today. |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 08/10/04 at 04:29 PM This is absolutely lovely Alison, truly a lonely blossom found amidst the drought is the most beautiful symbol of hope. I really love your delivery here as the joy you express overflows and quenches the very thirst you speak of in this heat of July. Great poem hon :-) |
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