Tuesday, August 5, 2008


On July 22, 2008, I requested from my readers at PS poetry on the heated subject of ungodly heat. And boy, did they ever rise to the occasion. I thought they did a beautiful job.

Hazy heat wraiths rising from the pavement
Undulate with wild abandon
Like lost souls, reaching for heaven.
But they find no surcease, not on Earth,
Not in July, and they will descend into
Hell if need be to find release,
And they will take you with them,
No questions asked.
"Bring me ice!" cried the sweltering queen,
"July's holy grail. Bring it in great frozen blocks
and your reward shall be ... inside duty."

G-Man said...
The air is dancing.
Undulating waves from Hell.
Man! It's fucking HOT!!!

Kanrei said...
Outside today,
Believe it or not
Even though it's Florida
It ain't all that hot.

Not like the other day
Or two days ago
Where I would sit on the corner
And watch heat waves flow.

They would ripple and wave,
Appearing like some gigantic lake
Off in the distance,
Relief just a fake.

But today for some reason,
I am not questioning why,
It is just a bit above 80
And the humidity is dry.

So I guess what it is
I am trying to say
Is thank you, Serena,
For obviously taking the heat away.

ThatGreenyFlower said...
It's so hot that the cicadas,
Instead of singing,
Evaporate and leave only shells.

NYD said...
Hot! Too hot.
Sweating and squishing from all this damned heat.

The roots of my hair down to smelly feet,
Will get no relief while summer mistreats.

My armpits are swampy and butt crack's a bog.
I lay in my kiddie pool and swell like a log.

Nothing feels good and nothing feels right.
I'll peel off my clothes and dance with delight.

The dancing was done, solace not found.
I'll peel off my skin and lay on the ground.

I start at the toes and end at my top.
A grisly sight, but I just couldn't stop.

Next went the muscles; I tossed them away .
Internal organs just get in the way.

I sat in my bones while a breeze blew right through me.
I suggest that you try it. You'll feel better, really!

Skunkfeathers said...
*tuning fork*...
*shattering ice*

Fire is red, water is blue,
The ice is all melted
And no high ground's in view.

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