No Tropical Wonderland

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 20 Jul 2016
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4 comments
 

Watching

spiders

eagerly

scurry,

garden

full of

nature's

agile life;

they

don't

see me...

food's

their

only

worry.

 

Me! A

cast off

of Spring

drowning

in this

raging heat,

like dish rag

hung out

to dry

in sultry,

tropical

rain forest,

Oh! Muggy

spell how I

hate thee,

 

thoughts

prattle

like

Monkeys

swinging

in trees –

dialogue

of humidity;

a playground

of isolated

diversions

yearning

to be

set

free...

 

I'm suffocating

in this airless,

tedious

oppression...

ravenous

for air;

humor

disappearing,

lost to where?

I scurry

to search

like those

spiders

hunting

food.

 

I want

to feel

Autumn

breeze

stirring

Winter

into life,

lying eagerly

In wait

for snow;

creating

angel wings

to fly instead

of scorching

in this devilish heat.

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Sorry your suffering so much! It will soon pass. My mother-in-law seems to panic with the heat, like claustrophobia, which probably makes things worse for her. The spiders seem to like it, glad we don't live in the Sahara! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

thank you for your understanding words. I just don't know what to do with myself in this heat, suppose it must be my age as I used to love it. 

I can completely understand where your mother-in-law is coming from and I hope for her sake this heat doesn't last. It's always the elderly that suffer, whether in the depths of Winter or Summer.

Like you said, thank goodness we don't live in the Sahara, think I'd just keel over, phew!sad

Take care.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI Jenny

Your single word lines made your poem seem sort of breathless, and drained on energy - which is how we feel with this very hot humid weather, isn't it? I don't like it much either, but manage to keep my house cool in places, so I don't feel too drained by it.  And I know I will be wishing it back when the rain comes again.

Jean

 

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jean,

you are so right about the way I wrote this poem, it was trying to convey how I was feeling.

Many thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley