This Heat Is Absolutely Killing Me

This Heat Is Absolutely Killing Me

A Poem by Pete
"

One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter. - Thoreau

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Page 10 | 47,000+ Humid Weather Pictures

'twas an ambiguous, corpulent, august day
a bald sun hid behind pouting clouds
melting into a sudor of oblivion
you could cut the ambience with a chain saw

i swear i was sweating grenades
smoking an ordnance of cigarettes with plenty of "ifs" and no "butts"
as i fanned myself with barbed wire
a real nuclear offensive
never a white flag around when you need one



© 2024 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
"In August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower, had attracted many wild bees, gradually assumed their bright velvety crimson hue, and by their weight again bent down and broke their tender limbs." - Thoreau

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Wow, it must have really been hot. I will say, since we are in the death grip of winter, reading about August's heat right now felt nice. : )

Some very cool lines in this one, very creative my friend.

Posted 10 Months Ago


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Pete

10 Months Ago

thawing out after coming in from shoveling in an arctic freeze. now don't those florida commercials.. read more

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Added on January 16, 2024
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Pete
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I love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..

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