Friday, August 19, 2011

Nos Morituri Te Salutamus



September creeps closer
with its metallic cold clouds
and sheeting days of rain
it thinks it's larger than me
this always-turn
but I am the mouse
that stabs the thorn into the lions paw
I will not be washed away
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Cloudia said...

admirable defiance!



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August 19, 2011 12:25 AM
Aine said...

Hopefully the bright blue skies and puffy white clouds of September will prevail.

Am I correct in seeing a connection with the previous pyromania poem? Though history often provides valuable lessons, there are times I wish it's memories could be erased completely.

August 19, 2011 11:04 AM
Bailey Stewart said...

wow, your use of words always amazes and humbles me. Beautiful.

Thanks for showing up on the re-launch of my blog!!

And I want September!! The weatherornot guy just said at least one more month of summer .. one more month of possible 100 degree temps.

August 19, 2011 6:36 PM
the walking man said...

What the hell is going on in blogopia..yours is about the hundreth post about what is coming. I may not be able to fend the brutal seasons off but I will stand against them as long as my strength and need for heat hold out!

August 23, 2011 10:29 AM
Anonymous said...

Cloudia, defiance is the key, yes.

Aine, the two poems were born of different thoughts. Something about how unsettled September feels doesn't seem comfortable to me anymore. The turn of weather reminded me of that.

Bailey, I can certainly understand the need for heat relief! Thanks for the kind words. :)

Walking Man, we'll weather it.

August 24, 2011 7:59 AM

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