Dale Gregory Cozart Poet Ekphrasis

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July's Sticky Air

I fled the kiln
of the house
where ceramic floors
bake like focaccia bread.
My haven is a bench
in the shade of an oak,
praying for a breeze.
A bevy of bees hover
over blushing jasmine 
and scarlet lilies,
dousing me with honey
in July's sticky air
as my finger
culls a drowned earwig
from my glass of iced tea.

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Susan Ashley May 26, 2018 at 10:39 PM Dale, I love the intimate imagery in your poetic slice of life. You've illuminate these moments on a hot July day beautifully.. Warmest wishes ~Susan Dale Gregory Cozart May 27, 2018 at 7:51 AM Thank you, Susan.

Jan Allison May 26, 2018 at 4:24 PM Oh Dale another awesome gem:-) I loved the imagery especially of the floors and the oak tree until i got to that pesky earwig in the glass, I don't like bugs they really are a pain!!!:-) hugs jan xx Dale Gregory Cozart May 26, 2018 at 4:52 PM Especially in my tea!!!!! Thanks, Jan.

Vijay Pandit May 26, 2018 at 4:10 PM Excellent imagery..awesome details..simply beautiful, Dale! Dale Gregory Cozart May 26, 2018 at 4:51 PM Thanks so much, Vijay.