Heat, like fog, engulfs the environment.
Flora and fauna burn in the sunbeams.
Clamminess-filled vapor goes virulent.
Mirages glimmer like unending streams.
Tempests brimming with dust and debris blow.
Unquenchably thirsty, the parched lands crack.
With abstract sky paintings, dry evenings glow.
Thunder peals, on and off, like an earthquake.
Days taunt. Nights haunt. We burn in the furnace.
Sleeplessness and nightmares pervade our nights.
Flies and reptiles perform a crude circus.
Heat climbs the atmosphere's immodest heights.
With the nomadic breeze, black clouds elope.
Timely drizzles, yet, try to bring some hope.
suddenly in a gap between talking, he was taken over
by a new page, turned mid flow, as he clutched his chest,
creases betraying a defeated face as a thousand thoughts
bottle-necked the wasp-waste of an end, the hourglass
about to crash to the floor, his hourglass, his time, his eyes
and through the mist and haze, he had never felt so alone,
clamminess whitewashed his pain as the seat shuddered
beneath him, his eyes overwhelmed with fear, dewing
wetter with each fading beat, my heart thy final judge,
only tomorrow would know whether he was going
to start his life sentence for murder as the courtroom
looked on before an ushered and craned departure
The blue clamminess of the bus night light
languishes over the interior
seats dissolve into background
background dissolves into sky
which dissolves within my eye
The chattering window bristles my attention
Neon trails of passing
night dwellers sprint past
Reflected glass me
sighs in unison
and looks at me as if i don't belong
Grey, depressed and soggy was the riverside shore
My toes plummeted into the lack luster mush.
The goose flesh clamminess invaded my pores
Far away from my favorite sand scrubs purchased at lush.
Existing off the grid, on the coast is dreamlike and serene.
I’ve gained self-owed feeling of completeness
from bathing with the minnows and never soundproofing my screams.
I've been hypnotized by the monarch’s vivid glow
and the honey suckle’s sweetness.
The fall foliage boasting its beauty before snow.
true friends are the birch and cedar trees indeed.
Stout forests brimming with deep rooted kept secrets.
While the tide varies habitually like the bluesy moods of a woman ridding her monthly red seed.
Whistling winds reminds me I am not alone
The breeze communicates with me
as if we are old pals on the phone.
(contest entry for:
Emile Pinet
New Fall Sonnets)
nov 12
Lest sink in
Darkness!
Grind my smiles
Which, remained
Hidden in your letters and
Trapping in poems
Make it a soup
Flavoring in clamminess dawn,
Roses shame, and
April breeze, that restless
In spikes
Lest sink in,
Darkness!
Present it to you
Moons, light up your night's lip
And become lighted
You pull me
Through precipitation and perspiration
I come to You
The swamps of my Saliva,
the marshes of my muscles,
You pull me
Through erosion and evaporation
I come to You
The stream of my spinal cord,
the meanders of my membranes,
You pull me,
Through clamminess and condensation
I come to You
The pools of my plasma,
the basin of my bladder,
I come to You,
to the heart of Your sea.