For July, I thought I'd post this relaxing piece called "Supine." In 2007, it was the selected winner in a small poetry contest (Vi Olsen Memorial). It's hard to believe that I wrote it by jotting down one word a day.
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Supine
Rays spill from behind drained thunderclouds
Like golden cones slicing a blue dome,
The afternoon sun bathes my blood and lightens my load
Cradled in the web of a hammock,
I retire my thoughts on nature's hook and shed the day's responsibilities
July dreams soon sweep over me like a welcoming breeze,
Carrying me afar,
To a land where these summer moments never perish
Supine (c) 2010 Vincent Lowry