“Heat Wave”

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Greetings Bloginistas!

As promised, an original work by yours truly! It has been SO HOT here in Southern California that I decided to write about it. I hope this poem gives a feel of what it’s been like these past weeks. Enjoy!

Heat Wave

Walking
in the hot, hot sun
through
staggered
curtains
of
heavy, solar
velvet.

I half expect
some
shock
to appear from
behind
the next curtain;
a monster or
a man from Omaha –
a long-lost wallet or
missing set of keys –
but it’s just
more heat;

Heat rising off
pavement –
opaquely
transparent:
a dirty window,
a thought fully formed
but not communicated,
meditation, interrupted.

This much
heat
is like fog, but
an oxymoron,
because fog requires
Nyx’s curtain
to first be
darkly drawn
across the evening sky,
but the way
my head feels and
eyes see,
fog makes
perfect sense.

But there is no
judgment
or
reason in
heat like this,
only absence and
an unending, relentless
pressure,
a darkness
that can be felt
even when,
all around,
there’s light.

© Jamy Sweet 2014-09-22

Jamy 😀

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