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Oh August
Oh August – most regal month
So aptly named -awaited eagerly
as a child who yearned for
sticky summers to crisp, for cool
breezes to blow on my legs as
summer flowers still stood and
school! - those halcyon halls of
joy, elixirs of chalk and quiet,
new squeaky shoes and ah
blackboards wiped clean with
white wet cloths … beckoned
beckoned soon… soon… soon
Oh August …month when so many
years beyond childhood -
my father chose, on white pillows
piled high to step from this mortal
coil to another …
and yet, oh August, oh August he only
deepened the mystery, the joy of all
that awaited, unknown
mystic and magic… floating just
beyond…
August.
bitter sweet memories of August. A lovely personal poem.....Rall
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful musings about August. I remember buying school suplies for my kids and how I missed that once they were out of school. So poignant, the image of your father on his pillows, making his transition, deepening the mystery. A wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the way this poem flows, Pearl. The recollections from childhood, and then to your father making his transition. Such a lot happening in August.
ReplyDeleteFrom child freedom to school days to the passing of a loved one, you bring out the strange and deep spirit of the month, full of association. I've always thought of September as "back to school"--as my next prompt will attest. I love your August.
ReplyDeleteSo many things that make up the month - sad and painful and innocent and joyous...
ReplyDeleteI love this personal touch in your August poem Pearl; a blend of joy and grief. Your address to August as "most regal month" makes it very special. A beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a potent mix of memory and emotion - I liked going back to school too and also touched by the memory of your father (thank you for your kind comment at mine) - Jae
ReplyDeleteI am not a fan of August, and was the child who longed for the return to the familiarity of school and the wonders of Autumn. I love how you captured the disappointment of an eagerly awaited month. I think we are sold the idea hot summer days are wonderful, when they are just painful and tiring.
ReplyDeleteThis is a heart written poem of great longing and emotion. I really touched me.
ReplyDeletePearl, this is perfect. It made me remember vividly those first days of school each year.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Pearl and your closing lines of your father's passing are poignant and moving.
ReplyDeletePearl, thanks for your lovely comment on my poem.......I will never stop missing that magical creature!
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