Heat

It was hot outside

THE SUN is oppressive by nature.

As a serpent, it constricts.

The blood beneath the skin

boils

even from afar. 

In the night, it is elusive, hidden.

In the day, it strikes hard and quick 

like a bird of prey hawking a field mouse

a lion tearing apart its prey

not in malice 

but by nature. 

Heat scalds the skin, singes the bones,

sets upon even the soul itself. 

It scrambles the brain

and falters the step;

primordial

life-giving 

life-eroding 

a superior, all-consuming

force of nature.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you define heat. I agree with your words and thoughts. Man tried to control all things. The sun is a powerful force. That can't not be controlled. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[no.cristeaux]

Glad I was able to get nature's primal energy across, and the futility of man by comparison. Solid love Coyote.

k.k.

[Coyote Poetry]

You did and please send read requests. I would be honored to read your work.

[no.cristeaux]

I would be honored to have you read my work; send me requests as well. Thank you so much.
read moreI would be honored to have you read my work; send me requests as well. Thank you so much.

k.k.