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Remembering the August Ahead

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Posted by Writing Prompter on 7.30.13

Time is what we call the brutal miracle that makes us grow old. Certain months of time remind us of falling in love, burying a loved one, or moving into a new house. This week, as we say goodbye to July, reflect on what August has meant to your life. Begin your poem with your childhood. Then describe how August has changed you and your perception of the world.

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  • Miss Irreplaceable says...

    Every Eighth month is Hot

    Sticky for a time

    Bubble gum and broken fire hydrants

    Cooling Moments

    Happy Hot Sticky Climates

    Longing for the promise of a cooler ninth month

    Not as sticky 

    Not as Icky but they can be lumped

    So lets fast forward to 10 

    When the Fall begins

    I must admit I long now for eight

    For seven wasn't that great

    Seven was filled with heatbreak


    A Half Disclosure Mistake

    I now long for Eight

    I will reflect on it and although sticky

    Declare to make it better

    Wiser than seven

    Reflections of Eight..

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