A Summer Poem

written on a hot day

you are the burnt map of Summer;

black- edged with lost words

that make the heat a blanket

full of stale-wind sweat,

lips dripping warm syllables

caught between dried smiles ;

the first rain so distant;

drought turning into dust:

you walked away over brown grass;

the Spanish grass.

Reviews

[Mark]

Hot and dusty, Summer at the height of its reign! Enjoyable poem.

[Inspiring Writer]

Nice write once again about Summer, a splendid write you made.

[Rita L. Sev]

Feeling the summer swelter in this poem, making me long for autumn even more...

[Ken Simm.]

It would seem strange to say there is heat in this. There is dessication also. But that is what it is about isn't it. I almost feel like I'm in a Spagetti Western. The opening frames of Once upon a time in the west. Complete with the soundtrack.

[Prritiy]

caught between dried smiles ;

.
drought turning into dust:
you walked away over brown grass;

nice and apt imagery, written beautifully.

[Tina Kline]

An excellent poem. Love the imagery and descriptions you use.
Yes, the brown grass here needs a little life giving rain.
Impressive poem.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"lips dripping warm syllables
caught between dried smiles"

I love your descriptives, Leslie. This made an impressive first impression!


My best,
Kelly

[V]

Affective words that create a fanciful imagery.

[Karen]

I love the image of Summer being a burnt map with blackened edges! That is so creative and such a great image! Thank you!

[Emily B]

perfection thy name is poet :)