Texas Summer

deep in the heart of...

Texas Summer

 

The peppermint sweetness of

Lazy days tingles my tongue;

The red-eyes wink at me,

Cheeky fireflies miles in the sky.

 

Freeze a moment

And it melts like rain

Only sensations like diamonds,

Many-faceted, fleeting,

Forged from the hot interiors

Of your earthy soul,

Left for pallid inspection.

 

There are the stinging

Pink kisses of mosquito bites,

The grey swarms a buzzing

Harem, lifeblood

The heavy currency

When all else is dust in the

Tejaño wind. 

 

Heatstroke blinds you so

You can't remember, brains wrung

Out, dirty grey dishrags, moist

From brown beer and grandpa's

Saliva.

 

Mirages, wavering fevers,

Run into the hallucinations,

Believing is seeing, remember.

Because nothing here is real

Even when it is.

 

A stereotype, a truth, a tall-tale, a lie

-- all the same, just shaded by

Slow-spoken words, the logic of a drunk,

The mind of a girl sitting too long

In the sun.

 

Travel into this brief flash of life,

Keep it or watch it evaporate,

The cumulous clouds vanish in

A baby blue sky, the drought-dying

Leaves thirst and wither for

Want of rain.

But blink, and it's gone; the moment's lost.

 

The playground's quiet.

Your body has stilled.

 

Reviews

[just rose.]

your gift is in the details. you create a net with your words within which exists a myriad of perfect moments, and the images suggest color, action, scent, emotion and revelation. a very fine piece here. you don't just tell it, you show it, and i get the feeling that you understand exactly what i mean when i make that distinction. to my mind the hand that holds the net here is in these lines:

Believing is seeing, remember.
Because nothing here is real
Even when it is.

... and the reader gets the privilege of seeing why that is so in the thousand glimmering little facets that comprise that profound, ironic, and deeply felt assertion.

[Lorraine]

I’m not sure if I’m the only one who thought it this way but I find that your description of summer might as well be synonymous to life itself. You describe it as something beautiful and real—even if it might not be—but that that beauty is passing. Just as is, life can also be seen as beautiful despite the few bite marks we get along the way and because it’s beautiful, it’s also fleeting. And in one moment, everything might end. Beautiful comparison, indeed. It was done with elegance and wit.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Vartul]

Whoa! You painted an image. Lovely piece of art. You are very talented. I'm delighted to have read your poetry. Such meaning and imagery, a delectable mix of lazy thoughts and summer solitude.

[Marie Harrison]

Beautiful memories from year ago, they take me back to days of my own past. Lovely details in you poem.

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Well, different ending than I expected..Keep the creative pen flowing..Sunflower

[Rory CJ Frankson]

Aways good for another read....

[Crow]

I love it, truly express as only a Texan could.

[Antonio Valentino]

Sara, you never fail to impress and inspire me... what an incredible writer you are!

I loved every word of it, it was amazing.

Was never really all that big a fan of the lonestar state, but now I am :)

You're a gift.
Antonio xx

[Daisy123]

Wow, the detail you give is just incredible. Great, great, great job!

[Terrestrial.42]

This is seriously beautiful. I am in awe. :)

Sorry, I have nothing to critique for you. But I really liked,
"Freeze a moment
And it melts like rain"

That part was really pretty.

[Devons]

A richly mysterious, almost haunting poem. I really like:

"Freeze a moment
And it melts like rain
Only sensations like diamonds,
Many-faceted, fleeting,"

An excellent use of imagery and comparison. It's difficult to pin down on the whole, I think - but then, isn't that just like it...

"But blink, and it's gone; the moment's lost."