Tuesday, July 25, 2006

can’t scratch that

summer on my skin
prickly dust baked with sunshine
simmering, itching
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10 comments:

ozymandiaz said...

Thats why they make sunscreen

6:05 AM
Pat Paulk said...

Summer's so hot you can't scratch it!!! Excellent, Russell!!

2:31 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi ozy! It's not the sun I'm talking about, its the dust. Somehow the dust is different in summer from the way it feels in other seasons.

5:07 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Pat! Thanks for the encouraging words. This summer seems to be a hot one. Look out, more to come! The dust theme in your last poem was outstanding! We seem to notice similar things.

5:11 PM
Yasmin Waring said...

don't scratch it Russell
rub gently
the baked dust and a soothing moisturizer is not an unusual exfoliate for "summer skin"

shed well, shed safely

5:32 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Ooooo rapunzal! Rub gently is wonderful advice. What a sweet comment, moy kozha u zhye lucha pram sechas.

7:33 PM
Cecilia said...

oh the crisp of that irritating itch....the visuals in here make me want to scratch. :) isn't it funny that the more you're told you can't, the more you want to do it? :P

6:22 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Cecilia! Glad you came to scratch that itch with me. You're right, BTW, prohibition is a powerful double incentive. Sounds like the poem touched you the way it was supposed to. I greatly appreciate the wise feedback.

4:58 PM
Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Oh how I love that feeling, the caress of the sun

9:38 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Me too Sue! That unique feeling is one of summer's indelable sensations. Thanks!

5:21 PM

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