Tuesday, July 25, 2006

can’t scratch that

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

10 comments:

ozymandiaz said...

Thats why they make sunscreen

Pat Paulk said...

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

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.

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.

Rappaccini's Daughter 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

Russell Ragsdale said...

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

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

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.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

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

Russell Ragsdale said...

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