It's been hot here for weeks

b"h

7/13/13

It's been hot for weeks -- hot and humid here

In New York.  But I have been cold for years -- cold

And confused.  The weather has little effect on

Me.  The temperature has nothing to do with

Reality... It's a measure of something -- I'm sure it

Is -- but there's no thermometer for anything that

Means anything.  I mean, the weather is outside, but

It's also inside.  You know what I mean...  No one

Really knows if it's raining inside you.  No one

Really cares if thunderstorms are inside you -- or

If lightning strikes inside you.  It's not important if

There's a jungle in you -- or an iceberg or even

A volcano.  I know that it's hot and humid in New 

York.  But there are other places where weather is.

Reviews

[Melanie Genevieve]

This made me extremely happy. haha I love this! I love the way you approached the idea! I love the conversational nature of it! No one gives much consideration to our inner weather. lol imagine if the news reported on that! lol would probably take forever. We'd also have some pretty interesting turbulent weather going on. I can recall tsunami's and volcanoes going off inside of me at times O_O

[Firestone Feinberg]

It would be very interesting if the news reported on inner weather... who knows what the forecast would be! So glad you enjoyed reading this. Persons have reacted differently to this poem. I wasn't quite sure of the tone when I wrote it. lol. happy you laughed! David

[John]

I like the righteous anger of this piece. Would only more people stood up for the inner life of thoughts and feelings... Reading and writing take us away from the rough externals, the dreary round of cause and effect, and the endless weather/political/gossip/ reports that have, only for few of us, a truly personal meaning. The words look as if they've been put down so casually, but look at where the emphasis falls: at the end of the first stanza after 'no one' makes the words that follow almost shout at us; in the penultimate line, the break puts the new back into 'New York'; and the awkward structure of the final sentence makes us want to finish it with our own ideas of what constitutes 'other places'.

[Firestone Feinberg]

Once again I am overwhelmed by this thoughtful and and thorough review; that, so much that I find myself wondering if the reviewer is really talking about MY poem... John, your reviews illuminate not only the interested reader, but the scribbler of this poem too. You cannot know how much I enjoy reading your words -- and understand my own poetry by way of them. They honor me and make me feel more important -- and more able -- than I am. Thank you. --David