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august thirty-first

by Ava Blu

every day i wake up with bug bites on my feet;

i know it's because august hasn't been cold enough,
the air hasn't welcomed me awake

and our togetherness has been spent
not together

and the sun hasn't shone for days.

09/01/2009

Author's Note: the end

Posted on 09/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/01/09 at 07:02 PM

A strong conclusion to what's been one your best poem-a-day collections I can ever remember reading. I love the background of this piece even more than I like the final thought that it builds up to. It's all the little details that gave that last line so much force that I find to be the most interesting. I especially like the idea of "The air hasn't welcomed me awake." A fantastic, perfect ending to this series.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 09/05/09 at 03:00 PM

I admire the way you kept this month of poems. Good on you, Ava. In this one, I think your author's note fits in with the poem so perfectly, it is at a definite oneness with the poem.

Posted by Jason Wardell on 09/18/09 at 12:58 AM

Went back and reread them all just now, and it is a beautiful, cohesive work, alternately hopeful and cynical, bitter and amicable, hot and cold, days changing moods changing minds and leaving us fortunate readers with a series of crystal-clear snapshots that grow on each-other and evolve. I enjoyed these as you posted them. I enjoy them even more now.

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