Don't know how I missed this one. Very pictorial poetry that captures the reality of a nasty summer's day in the south. I know you don't live here. so it must be just as nasty up north. I did know what wife beaters are.

Walt

Wonderful visions painted by your words . I could see and feel all of what you wrote...M

love the flow of this poem and the beauty with which they were articulated. Thanks Jon. have missed you so much.

I love those wife beaters under-t's
and from your nature rich walk
and the lure of your words...even the skeeter attack!
I am there with you and enjoying the serene beauty
as I point out the wild blackberries for us to snack on
but good thing we noticed the poison ivy growing up that ole tree

Through The Forrest
Into The Trees, Love Vickie

walkabout with a uniquely Willey
flavour and perspective, fine perspective indeed!
the writing is superior, elegant and thought through;
a genuine satisfaction for this reader.
Yes, Jon, My Friend!

john

Jon,

You expressive yourself so beautifully. I don't get that last one though.

Mary

Your verses very effectively share the experience, Jon. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

THE TEASING REWARDS OF 'DUSK'(BODY AND MIND)...AS THE 'HEAT' OF THE SUN SLOWLY RECEDES. A FINE WORK, WELL DONE WITH DESCRIPTIVE PHRASES THAT DOESN'T NEGLECT ONE'S IMAGINATION A BIT. THANKS FOR SHARING, JON. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

cicada and frogs harmonize as insects
swarm to demonize my skin rich with
the scent of attractants and swollen veins
mosquitos will ravage, suck every blue line

this for me is the epitome of the well-rendered discomfort and suffering of this write, Jon. Every line keenly felt as well as concisely articulated. This sounds like the punishment visited upon one who might indulge his penchant for "wife-beating" and for whom there is no relief or alternative to the lost-soul "walking about" described here. How coveted are those shadows in which to hide! Excellently crafted as always. xx

One can feel the humidity in the oppressive heat as we meander with you.
As per u, terrific descriptions and perceptions.

For me, this gave syllabic language to more than one surreal painting of Dali. Interesting pathways here.

Love your vivid descriptions of a walk under "the red mugginess of julys’ sky", I could feel the heat surrounding and clinging to the walker as sweat dampened his skin. As always a fine piece of writing Jon Michael.

Carole~

your poem is a vivid expression of the natural environ during "the red mugginess of july's sky" ... fine work, Jon ...

Did you know the mosquito is our state bird? (Minnesota) Your tapestry left me with sweat on the brow, worth the beauty of that stunning sunset!
Blessings,
Christine

You had me at wife beater. Love a man in a beater, so devine.
As is your poetry.

Ragno

Red, flushed, heat... in need of a sheltering shadow, of a refreshing thought/presence. Life's burns can be cured, but it takes a little time.
A friend and some Turkish çay are perfect too. A mysterious atmosphere in this poem, Jon.

Axilea

Jon,
like Ron a first thought of Australia, but I knew what a wife beater is my step son calls them that. A very interesting write, thank you.
Budd

You must've written this last year, but you sure captured the heat of July. Glad you informed me about that wifey thing.

When I saw your title I immediately thought of the aboriginal Walkabout.

Ron

I have to admit that "wife beater" had
an unknown, but bewitching connotation,
and so I'm glad you cleared it up...Aside
from that *Jon* I found your poem to be
richly rewarding...all for just a walk!!!

Lady Vivian

You're sweating droplets of lifes rich senses, no wonder all this buggery, I mean no wonder all these bugs. Bless ya!

Well glad you told me what a wife beater is!! Rich poetry, word, ambiance and image rich Jon.