hot august

Will there really be a "Morning"? Is there such a thing as "Day"? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they? emily

Hot August

Hot August but the breeze is a silver chill
Once more you flush the day to bottom bets
Your golden women shine their secrets
into our steady lives, where we eat shrimp
and listen to the river's slow rushing
I see your thoughts rise like helium into the morning
Our love flies in every direction and there is a woman
in a red scarf standing at our door with inquiries
You hide in your chair and rage denials
If you are loud enough they will turn true
A wing of despair flies from my lips
but you are watching the river, a strobe
of honey bees whispering from the pines
I cannot think now of infidelity
It passes through my blood without a smudge
It cripples a dream but I have noted new ones
buying wigs and sporting lipstick on the horizon
Oh August, remember me as a meteor
Let my crash open new ground on another acre
I begrudge forgiveness and gather my clothes
I transform to a comet and disappear
without a sound.

Reviews

[Ms. Gruye]

I very much like the idea of writing a love letter to August. It's an overlooked month for certain. Or perhaps this is written to a person named August. I opt for the obscure, so I have decided it was written to the month. You do a good job of meshing human and natural imagery. Lipstick horizon, silver chills left to be flushed.

For some reason, I cannot quite vocalize, Oh, August remember me as a meteor had a particular weight to it. A heft. It was impactful and awesome.

Although, I do think the wording is off in the line "Let my crash open new ground on another acre"...I think you me be aiming for "let me" or my brain has gone goofy.

Either way, I enjoyed this very much. Thanks for posting

[Chris]

after the touch of LIFE with "Italy" this one mirrors a deep hurt and anger...

Take care,
Chris

[deeps]

This is really well expressed. I enjoyed this read. I agree with Emily.

[Jibey]

The heat that consumes... but promises new life and transformation

[Emily B]

after the heat of august comes the comfort of september . . . love the emily quote

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The heat of temptation draws us in like a moth to a flame, burning up is inevitable but the act is undeniable. A fine piece of writing.

[Greg the Bard]

A lustful act gone a...ry. People see things happening for different teasons at different times of their lives. I hope this is one of them. Great work.