Poetry Blogs (summer)
It’s hot as the hinges of Hell, they say.
Maybe so, but I’ve never been there.
Those hinges must be made
of very hard stuff not to melt.
Best not to sweat in this heat.
Water on Hell’s hinges would turn to steam.
and scald us like boiled owls.
But we’re tough old birds too.
We’ll sweat it out and try not to drip on the hinges.
July, 2010 (A record hot summer
Wednesday 15th April 2020 2:17 pm
~The hot summers that make my skin sizzle
With the sun that exposes the melanin under the melanin
Windows down, AC on, an ice cold sweet tea
these are the only weapons available to me
the tools that wage war against the heat
It's only in this battle that I feel alive~
Thursday 26th March 2020 6:18 am
Be my brightest night
When I felt that sun glow touch
Emanate from your soft smile
Coldest wind be the
Torture of my skin
While your love seals me in
The violet of the dawning sky
The scarlet of the new sunrise
Is all I feel when you’re nearby…
This is but a memory…
Grab my heart and never let go
Do you remember that ...
Monday 17th February 2020 9:06 am