~Freezing Fire~

When Sun kisses Earth with The Midas Touch

Bottomless sky melts the dry leaves,
They fly into the surplus heap...
Dyeing the earth in a mirror of brown...

Skeletal stem pierces never-ending dawn,
It is the land where no moon ever shone.

Land rains its vapours on thirsty clouds,
Cracks of lightening occur on dry ground.
Loo gallops along the fields of sand...

Drought devours thorns ,till burning end.
This will stop when,sun on the equator bends..

Fire freezes dancing drops to grains..
Sun kisses the earth with midas touch.
I gaze down at mundane blue with disgust.

Author's Note

Its really getting hot in India even though its spring here..So here it is a poem on the scorching summer heat of my land.

Reviews

[Mai L Nissen]

I like your use of oxymorons, though even better I like that you use oxymorons in imagery to completely reserve the generel perception of up and down, "Land rains its vapours on thirsty clouds, ". I like the confident feel of this statement that forces the reader to stop for a moment and question which perception is true :) The imagery is strong but sufficiently subtle in places, to let the more vivid imagery stand out. E.g. "Sun kisses the earth with midas touch."

[Sophy Freebirds]

That was my motive behind writing it in a reverse way. I am glad that you got to the point. :) thank you for your kind words

[ANTO]

The phrasing and the stylings remind me of the witches speech from Macbeth "Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble" or of the way I expect the Sphinx asked her riddles - it has that kind of mystical, magical, other-worldly feel to it, which totally suits the subject matter; the unreal yet so of-this-Earth heat. It brings home the nature of such weather to those who live outside of the extremes. Very cool Sophy (sorry that just came out). Aw, you know what I mean ...
:))

[J. K. Beach]

Sophy, your pen kisses the page golden here in this one... lovely images of an uncomfortable, often destructive, heatwave. In the U.S. we're tired of winter's wrath... you have excess heat... we should each share some of what we don't need and create a better climate... either that... or we can meet in sunny Southern California :)

[Rounak Jain]

you have made summer look so tormenting. felt as if u r cursing it for its existence.
Land rains its vapours on thirsty clouds,
Cracks of lightening occur on dry ground.
amazing.

[Sophy Freebirds]

hah.. :D i actually hate summer afternoons. Thank you for your awesome review.Glad you got its meaning.

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Sophy, I enjoyed reading this piece. A reverberating imagery rich in sensory details, and alterations. A connoisseur of Greek mythology and a lover of nature. I wish you the best on your studies! :)

[Sophy Freebirds]

Thank you so much for your appreciation and wishes dear :) xx

[R Smith]

A very fine rendition of the poetry of an Indian summer, it must be a heat that fires your imagination so well :)

[Sophy Freebirds]

yes Richie it boils my brain :p thank you so much .

[Lydia Shutter]

The droughts in climates that are as warm as India are so dangerous. The fires rage and ravage the land. The imagery you employ in this one is intense, Sophy. Stay safe. I hope this summer does not bring fires. Lydi**

[Sophy Freebirds]

Thank you Lydi... yeah i am gonna be safe in my coccoon :p ...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very creative way of expressing your thoughts… blue skies are nice but we need the rain to balance out the land so it does not dry up.

[Sophy Freebirds]

Thank you so much Dale :-)

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Was my pleasure.

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Love the vivid images you have created in this piece.

[Sophy Freebirds]

Thank you for your words :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this poem made me feel that heat and dryness...you express with such vivid images...

i like cooler weather...so this makes me feel that same disgust at the mundane blue.

nicely done.

[Sophy Freebirds]

Thank you so much Jacob :)