august thirty-first by Ava Bluevery 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 © 2025 Ava Blu
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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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