JULY - Anastasia Suen

Writing a Small Poem

What is the story? Whoosh! The summer days are flying by — and it’s already July! I lived near the ocean as a child, so when I think of July, I always think of the beach — and the hot, hot sand — as shown in this photo taken by Ulrike Mai.

Now it’s your turn! All this month, I’ll be writing July poems — and you’re invited to join me! Choose any poetic form you like and share your JULY story poem in the comments of this July 2023 #smallpoem Challenge post. I look forward to reading it!

11 Comments

Linda Baie Posted on9:16 pm - July 6, 2023

Your small poem is delightful, nothing better than cooling hot feet! Here’s a reflection of us in Denver so far! Thanks, Anastasia. Denver July

ignoring other records
setting our own –
rainy, cool days
a flip side

Tracey Kiff-Judson Posted on5:52 am - July 7, 2023

Adorable picture that so captures the moment!

Janice Scully Posted on7:36 am - July 7, 2023

I love writing short poems and your photo and poem helps readers to feel summer. Here’s a quick short poem:

July

Hot beginning
to the second half
of a year on the way
to December.

Linda Mitchell Posted on10:01 am - July 7, 2023

Adorable! The words and the photo complement each other perfectly. I always try to imagine the coldest day when in the middle of summer and vice versa.

Carol Varsalona Posted on10:53 am - July 7, 2023

Anastasia, I am so glad that you are continuing to challenge us with creating small poems during July.
Quick write:

exchanging thoughts
under the sun’s canopy
sizzle, write, splash
-CVarsalona, 2023

Margaret Simon Posted on1:49 pm - July 7, 2023

My July is being spent in recovery from surgery. I wish I could feel the hot sand beneath my toes. I may go to the beach with my daughter at the end of the month. Small poems are my thing!

sunflowers sing
silly songs
from their perch on the table

Karen Elise Finch Posted on8:51 pm - July 7, 2023

I can hear the rush of the waves coming in and the squeals of relief! What an adorable picture!

On my chin
my arms
my legs
popsicles drip

Rose Cappelli Posted on7:54 am - July 8, 2023

Yesterday I found half a bluebird egg in the driveway. Since a few weeks ago I discovered five dead almost-ready-to-fledge chicks, It filled me with hope.

a clean cracked egg
inspires curiosity
hoping for new life

PATRICIA J FRANZ Posted on8:02 am - July 8, 2023

july

big sister June gets all the attention
pomp and celebration to end
classroom days

August lays low
like a sweaty toddler
in need of a nap

but summer’s middle child
wild, untamed
makes her own adventure

Mary Lee Posted on3:53 pm - July 8, 2023

July
smells like
chlorine
and Coppertone.

Marcie Flinchum Atkins Posted on4:36 am - July 9, 2023

Oh, I love your small poem!