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August Afternoon
by Dawn Richerson

Monday, August 30, 2004
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August afternoon.

An old, electric fan circulates
the muggy air. Its
fills my mind
with the disconcerting sound
of a brigade of super-sized flies
or the chopper that lands
too late
on the battlefield
where I lie bloodied and

Your absence
clings more to me
than the humidity.

I stare into
flowered blades
of North, South, East, West
to a blur
that sucks me,
willing, wandering soul,
man-made momentum
meant to
staid surroundings
with winds of change.

Where is Autumnís
God-fan, golden
dying time?

Swirling metal,
cannot slice
of separation and
eddies of forced air
fail to cool
passionís flame
or revive me
from winterís loss
of hope and you this
August afternoon.

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Reviewed by Dan Zuewski (Reader) 8/31/2004
ugh the humidity is the worst... I can deal with the heat but not the stickiness... this poem works really well with the imagery of the fan... that just spins without cooling...
Reviewed by Kenny Baez 8/31/2004
wow, misty autumn lady poem, watching leaves and trees fall,
and the other out of reach, beyond the branches and the garden.

Reviewed by Peter Paton 8/31/2004
Searing pain and detachment abound in this vivid and potent write , Dawn...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 8/30/2004
Great descriptions!
Reviewed by jude forese 8/30/2004
powerfully penetrating and well sculptured poem ...
Reviewed by Elaine Carey 8/30/2004
unique symbolism--I like the way the fan is connected to all those feelings.
Reviewed by Lori Moore 8/30/2004
Excellent write. I love the "super-sized fly" image! Great style as well as content.
Reviewed by E T Waldron 8/30/2004
Dawn this has such depth,yet it seems almost surreal,
and full of emotion at the same time. A rich mixture of
poetic thought...
Reviewed by Sue Hess 8/30/2004
very nice flow to this, moved nicely from fan to chopper...from space to space, time to time. i like it
Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader) 8/30/2004
Hi Dawn

I liked all these, and they most certainly did seem to speak to a center of me, I suppose like the fan itself constructed, with a rolling center. The first one showed allot of imagination, to sa the utmost least, witht the the chopper, I liked particularly the second one. "flowered blades", "blended to a blur" and also I did like wondering soul too although many might claim it cliche ish, I liked it right there. and it also had passion in it, and honesty, ty Al

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