Texas Summer

deep in the heart of...

Texas Summer

 

The peppermint sweetness of

Lazy days tingles my tongue;

The red-eyes wink at me,

Cheeky fireflies miles in the sky.

 

Freeze a moment

And it melts like rain

Only sensations like diamonds,

Many-faceted, fleeting,

Forged from the hot interiors

Of your earthy soul,

Left for pallid inspection.

 

There are the stinging

Pink kisses of mosquito bites,

The grey swarms a buzzing

Harem, lifeblood

The heavy currency

When all else is dust in the

Tejaño wind. 

 

Heatstroke blinds you so

You can't remember, brains wrung

Out, dirty grey dishrags, moist

From brown beer and grandpa's

Saliva.

 

Mirages, wavering fevers,

Run into the hallucinations,

Believing is seeing, remember.

Because nothing here is real

Even when it is.

 

A stereotype, a truth, a tall-tale, a lie

-- all the same, just shaded by

Slow-spoken words, the logic of a drunk,

The mind of a girl sitting too long

In the sun.

 

Travel into this brief flash of life,

Keep it or watch it evaporate,

The cumulous clouds vanish in

A baby blue sky, the drought-dying

Leaves thirst and wither for

Want of rain.

But blink, and it's gone; the moment's lost.

 

The playground's quiet.

Your body has stilled.

 

Reviews

[just rose.]

your gift is in the details. you create a net with your words within which exists a myriad of perfect moments, and the images suggest color, action, scent, emotion and revelation. a very fine piece here. you don't just tell it, you show it, and i get the feeling that you understand exactly what i mean when i make that distinction. to my mind the hand that holds the net here is in these lines:

Believing is seeing, remember.
Because nothing here is real
Even when it is.

... and the reader gets the privilege of seeing why that is so in the thousand glimmering little facets that comprise that profound, ironic, and deeply felt assertion.

[Rodrick Franklin McLare..]

Ever read Roland Deschain, from The Dark Tower, a fantasy series by Stephen King. This piece has that kind of imagery, he used. Look into why and how he wrote it. His wife retrieve it out of the dumpster and not let him discard it. He originally wrote it under a pseudonym in Collage and thought it was unpublishable. It is his true talent and not an ounce of commercialism in it. It was out of normal mainstream, miles away from its time. Brilliant Sara, and tired of hearing it? Sunshine, you astound me.

I put in another of your deals, expand the image. The under pinnings are the amazing story. That is going off behind the scenery, sparks of neural pathways, gates opening, neural receptors accept the incoming imagery. As it leaps across the arc. Magic happens. Shivers unbidden, an not at first to understand. The why of it. As you caress their intelligence. Stroke their perception and tease that release of the spirit innate. The wonder is... you, maybe not aware. Nativity.

To stunning bravura, as is a virtuosic passage intended to show off the skill of a performer, generally as a solo, and often in a cadenza... wow, an even, a tiny bit more rhyme. Not entirely necessary by the by. As this is you. As in The Dark Tower, thought to be 'out of its form'. Some genre, that had not yet exist, an Stephen. Not knowing... because too many Publishers sent that manuscript back. Him thinking to be an inept horrible writer, and give it up. Thankfully, his wife saved him. Was his muse maiden. Believed that he had the spark of truism, brilliance and Classical Ambient Character. In his words. Today, that series, is praised in just that way. His best performance.

This piece, is a performance.

[Epiph!]

Dnt know much about texas but i deduce from the poem that it's hot, with lots of mosquitos and the people love beer! just like where I'm from lol!

This is nice and detailed!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

You left out the tornados! lol I almost got taken out by one in Ft. Worth in 2000 that killed 2 people! I'll never forget that terrified lady news reporter standing out in the street wild and wide eyed looking around nervously. If I had been that scared, there's just no way I would have went outside. I'd have said no thanks, send the sports guy! lol Great descriptions here and subtleties that mix between the words to create an atmosphere palpably hot within the piece. Fine writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love Texas. I live there for 7 years being station at Fort Hood. The description was amazing in your words. The language made the poem come alive. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote