Late July Poem by Glen Kappy
Late July
from 'While Passing Through'/Summer
Late July—
a feeling of loss.
What more done?
This is such a thoughtful Haiku! Sometimes, we are at a loss! Just do not know what to do and how to go about. A sort of anxiety of the unknown!
thank you, geeta. there are times of year- another one around the new year- that tend to cause these kinds of feelings in me. -glen
As a teacher for 34 consecutive Augusts, WOW am I ever one who resonates with your e-n-d o-f s-.u-m-m-e-r wistfulness. I still feel it - It's the Mind of Summer all carry within.
bingo! i don't have nearly the years of teaching experience you had, daniel, but when i did have full-time teaching jobs it would take about a month after the end of a semester to decompress, and then it was time to think about planning again(!) and people think teachers have it easy(? !) thanks for commenting... wistfulness- a good word to describe it. -glen
I remember as a child how the distant edge of summer seemed as far over the horizon of time as the coast of Africa. Now it speeds past quicker than my memory of Halley's Comet. I feel the chill wind of November already hanging about like the jackets pegged behind the cloakroom door, waiting....
yes, you've got the feeling of this poem very well, neal, and responded poetically. though i didn't hate school, i cherished the summers when i had off, was free of the burdens that school meant. here in new mexico school starts around the second week in august. where did the summer go? -glen
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4/25/2024 10:41:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
On this last day of July 2017 I can fully appreciate the wistfulness of time passing, a feling amplified by the hauky form which its centuries old union of humanity and nature.
yes, and this morning around 5: 30 i looked out, and it was still dark- like the light was leaking away. - there may be a poem in this... -glen