A
frayed rope stretches garage to gate.
Albeit brief this time of year…
Newly
freshened clothes limps the midsection anew…while the gestation of the blowfly
magnifies the carrion’s count developing in you
Caustically
cantering throughout the heavy haze
Loping
about, searching for the shade of tree, to pause, replenish and reflect. To
pretend, a breeze caresses moist each sect of throat.
Cracked-earth
effusing illusory. Steam billows from cleaved swell, disseminating the
delusory—a striating course, distracted only by a rippling boil’s thrift of
pace—autonomically evoking predicated pants
Life
exists in the open
Yet
into the artificial we
Go,
ironically…to live
A
parched environs. Nuclei’s confound
coherence with understanding.
Allowing
moments of sweltering sweat, to shackle our worn and fickle flesh. Sheaths of
aridity distort the breadth of breath
From
pools within, without we’d be…like the dog with splayed tongue, unaware, just
how temperamentally distraught a dwindling summer can appear…amidst the
confines & cravings of unwavering, humid airs
Over at D'verse, Manicdaily is hosting Poetics, and has offered up the theme of Summer. Stop on over, definitely read her excellent article, and then enjoy the Summertime fare of poetry presented by the poets at D'Verse. While you're there, you'll no doubt get inspired to write a summer poem of your own. After you do, link it up and share with the others at D'Verse. Cheers.
