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Still July

Sunlight seeps
through the blinds,
oozes into the room.
The ceiling fan sweats
from its labor.
The clock creeps
at half speed,
pendulum dragging
through syrupy air.

On the stoop,
the old cat sprawls,
soothing her arthritic joints.

7/13/2017

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Line Gauthier

August 6, 2018 at 10:23 PM

Delightful imagery, Agnes.

Silent One

July 18, 2017 at 4:52 PM

Lovely poem Agnes..

Agnes Krampe

July 26, 2017 at 9:16 PM

Thank you, Silent One.

Dave Timperley

July 18, 2017 at 11:05 AM

Don't know about the arthritic cat but I do. I 'wake' about 4 times before the 'up' kicks in. With the morning temp around 35' it is hard to get motivated. Need Coffee! Lovely write. God Bless. D.

Agnes Krampe

July 18, 2017 at 3:33 PM

Thanks for your visit, Dave.

Dean Wood

July 17, 2017 at 10:46 AM

This is lovely Agnes. This has been a hot summer in my area. I can just see your cat making the best of the heat. Well done, and congratulations on top honors! Dean

Agnes Krampe

July 17, 2017 at 1:43 PM

Thank you for your visit, Dean.

John Lawless

July 16, 2017 at 4:57 PM

Often referred to as the "dog days of summer".....nicely done, congrats on your placement.

Agnes Krampe

July 17, 2017 at 9:32 AM

Thank you, John.

Dale Gregory Cozart

July 16, 2017 at 9:07 AM

Congrats on your win, Agnes! I visited your website. Your photographs are gorgeous. I'd love to see one depicting all your parent's rhododendrons. Maybe you could post it with your Far Away poem!

Agnes Krampe

July 17, 2017 at 9:32 AM

Thank you for checking out my website. I don't have any picture of my parents' garden, but I did take some pictures in the rhododenron park a few minutes from their house and added one of those to the poem.

Akkina Downing

July 14, 2017 at 4:30 PM

Oh this is such a fun piece, Agnes. Sweats of July is better that January freezing cold :)

Agnes Krampe

July 14, 2017 at 4:45 PM

Oh no, give me January any time! Thanks for stopping by, Akkina.

Charlie Smith

July 14, 2017 at 1:51 PM

Just take your shoes off and have tall cold drink, don't rush through anything, it's July...Wonderful Agnes.

Agnes Krampe

July 14, 2017 at 4:45 PM

Thanks, Charlie.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart

July 14, 2017 at 7:18 AM

I love this, I could feel it, smell it even. Masterfully done Agnes, I love them short and potent. Fave :) xomo!

Agnes Krampe

July 14, 2017 at 7:24 AM

Thank you, Maureen.

Connie Marcum Wong

July 14, 2017 at 3:12 AM

Summer sauce....ugh! Muggy weather drains every ounce out of you. I enjoyed your vivid imagery Agnes! : )

Agnes Krampe

July 14, 2017 at 7:24 AM

Thank you, Connie. Yes, drained is exactly what it feels.

Andrea Dietrich

July 13, 2017 at 8:26 PM

gosh, I think I like this one even better. This person needs to get some air conditioning!! Awesome imagery, Agnes.

Agnes Krampe

July 13, 2017 at 9:22 PM

Thanks, Andrea. (I am fortunate and do have A/C.)

Chris Green

July 13, 2017 at 5:49 PM

I definitely know what you are talking about Agnes. It is 101f/38c here and high humidity and will be like this at least through August. No rain only adds to the misery. I loved your poem though, you described the seasonal temps very well.

Agnes Krampe

July 13, 2017 at 6:02 PM

Thanks, Chris. Seems like it's miserable throughout large parts of the country.

Dale Gregory Cozart

July 13, 2017 at 5:32 PM

I have been to the south and Midwest in summer; it's awful. Yes, it is dryer here, but it has been muggier, even out in the desert from what I hear, than in the past. I know you don't think I can imagine your pain, but indeed I can. And let the cat lie on the cool bathroom floor. This poem sounds like something Faulkner or Joyce Carol Oates might've written. Very good.

Agnes Krampe

July 13, 2017 at 5:43 PM

Thanks for stopping by, Dale. I'm sure you can imagine heat :) I hate summer. The cat refuses to stay in the house and cries until I let her out. I figure she must know what feels good to her. And she has water.