Poetry Blogs (summer)
Originally published in Clay Literary’s RAVEN: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/raven-issue-seven-08-30-2020
eyes squeeze shut all at once with
wishes whispered under breaths to be
anywhere else, anywhere cooler than
the constant heatwave of near 100 degrees.
Toes dip into makeshift sandy beaches
along the city’s river while children
play in water fountains next to erected sandcast...
Wednesday 16th September 2020 1:24 pm
The day was hot
Hot and humid
Into a dog day afternoon
The boy was young
Young and stupid
Beneath the furnace sun
The tarn was cold
Cold and ruthless
Along the sunny banks
The swim was exhilarating
Exhilarating and cooling
And heading for the shore
Wednesday 12th August 2020 12:36 pm
The light flickers and quivers,
dancing on the ground.
Above my head the summer foliage sways in the breeze.
Thick and luxuriant,
it ripples and undulates like shifting waves of greenery in an ocean of leaves.
I inhale the intoxicating presence of the avenue of trees,
gazing at sunbathers spread eagled on the grassy slopes
and walkers strolling gently downhill.
Sunday 28th June 2020 12:29 am
Rain-drops are laughing,
Of cherry trees,
Onto the garden
I am alone
Monday 15th June 2020 3:11 pm
It was a long summer afternoon
a crackling fire lit the yard
the southern sun was setting
while I strummed my old guitar
It was her way of moving to the music
she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes
she danced with the slightest sway in her hips
and her heavenly body torched my skies
Sunday 14th June 2020 1:02 am
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