Tombstone Bare

A poem about Summer heat.

The sun's fiery rays flare
the air is tombstone bare
it's stifling my breath
a graveyard of death
the fiery orb blazes down
scorching each haunted town
its' fiery veins stretch inside
my house is tombstone dried
it's as hot as blazing sin
the God of Fire slyly grins
many plants gasp for relief
cool refreshment dead in each leaf
Yesterday I had to go on a trip outside
I nearly wound up being fried
my blood felt like it was boiled within
the flaming sun nearly scorched my skin
I barely crawled back to my apartment home
I took a cold shower and was refreshed to the bone
then I stepped out into the torturous heat
the cool days of Autumn I cannot wait to greet
but right now the Summer sun's fiery rays flare
and it's hard to breathe in the air that is tombstone bare.

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

After reading this I feel like the summer heat just flared up for one last moment of glory. Love your poem here. Summer can get pretty bad after a while. Longing for fall here!

[Star Wolf]

This paints a perfect picture at how miserable summer heat can make us. It's fun to go on trips when we want it nice with no rain but otherwise, miserable! Awesome write.

[Tina Kline]

I'm hot, just too hot. Great write on how awful summer can be when the temperature starts to rise just a bit too high. Great job!

[Sean M. Addams]

very nice detail in this ... i could feel the heat rising ... great job on this .. a very visual write!!