Heat Poems
A question for the lucky ones
by Alex Rose
There is a coldness at my core
Just a feeling, nothing more
When I sink into my spine
Like a draft through open door
Even so, I’m doing fine
The coldness is just one small line
In my body full of other
Full of hustle, love, and brine
......
July Heat Wave
by Margaret Hitch
Too hot to move
Absolutely sweltering
A pregnant lady gets out of a truck across the street.
I’m trying to focus on my feet
And how good the concrete feels under them,
but I think I may be falling.
Surely, the earth is spinning and i’m just riding the rock,
A surfer on creaky knees.
......
Unconditional Love
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
a hot day, white light
lime green leaves and roses gleam
in the starlight phase
scintillating sun
with its fierce glare everywhere
except long shadows
captives of white heat
as sun shows its true colors
......
Fever
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
desert blooms at noon
days of drought in the deep south
when love first ignites
a summer heat wave
quickly melting ice cream cones
wild activity
the long torrid nights
a profuse early blooming
......
A question for the lucky ones
by Alex Rose
There is a coldness at my core
Just a feeling, nothing more
When I sink into my spine
Like a draft through open door
Even so, I’m doing fine
The coldness is just one small line
In my body full of other
Full of hustle, love, and brine
......
Unconditional Love
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
a hot day, white light
lime green leaves and roses gleam
in the starlight phase
scintillating sun
with its fierce glare everywhere
except long shadows
captives of white heat
as sun shows its true colors
......
Fever
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
desert blooms at noon
days of drought in the deep south
when love first ignites
a summer heat wave
quickly melting ice cream cones
wild activity
the long torrid nights
a profuse early blooming
......
July Heat Wave
by Margaret Hitch
Too hot to move
Absolutely sweltering
A pregnant lady gets out of a truck across the street.
I’m trying to focus on my feet
And how good the concrete feels under them,
but I think I may be falling.
Surely, the earth is spinning and i’m just riding the rock,
A surfer on creaky knees.
......
