Friday, July 16, 2010

Exhaling



Like a steaming cauldron
the night bubbles
with hot mist
crossing the river.

Like a faltering soul
I hold my breath
pretending the
cool night will come.

Everywhere the heat
simmers with the
earnestness of
a 16-year-old
seeing his first beauty,

Even though the days
are growing shorter
like the memory
of an old man
facing his next birthday.

But no one notices because
The beat of the heat goes on and on

And on...

18 comments:

slommler said...

Yes the heat is simmering and sapping the strength right out of me.
Hugs
SueAnn

Deborah Carr said...

I feel the heat seeping through your lovely, perfect words.

Wet and hot as they are, I must profess gratitude that the snow is not flying by my window.

Brian Miller said...

ha nice verse...and it is sweltering...about melted cutting hte grass today...

sweetmango said...

and here i sit, shrouded in fog, the air is bitterly cold as it travels from the snow capped mountains to my home.
But, I am mindful of the heat that I will be blasted by come summer down under and so I know with great clarity the days of stifling stillness that you are now existing in.
Keep cool my friend
xxm

tattytiara said...

Oh I love that photo - I think I just found my most favorite color ever! And of course it's just the cherry on top of your perfect words. Excellent post.

sheri said...

tabor, you hit this one right on the head!! you've done such a fine job with defining what so many of us are suffering with-heat that seems to have no relief in sight! how is your garden holding up with the onslaught of high temps?

bARE-eYED sUN said...

we KNOW what'cha mean, Tabor!

:-)

..
.ero
.

lakeviewer said...

Oh, so a-propos this summer. It is a beautiful poem.

Tabor said...

Sheri, the garden is holding up thus far. We actually have had a few good rains. Weeds are prolific, though.

PattiKen said...

This is so much more beautiful than my mental pictures during the recent heat wave. Instead of that earnest young 16-year-old, I was being pursued by a sweaty old red-faced fat guy in one of those armless undershirts.

Claudia said...

This is beautiful - and we experience the same over in Germany at the moment
..the night bubbles
with hot mist...
It's just not cooling down - but like it!

Writing Without Periods! said...

What a wonderful, creative blog. I love that "stones skipped across the water." You are one creative person.
Mary

Monkey Man said...

How beautifully descriptive. Love this piece.

Bossy Betty said...

Love to hear about the heat. Love escaping it too!

Rachel Cotterill said...

Gorgeous photo - and an interesting poem (completely at odds with the weather here!)

One Woman's Journey said...

Love the image and the poem, So humid here in Tennessee at the edge of the woods.

deb said...

I've so missed these posts.
You have an incredible gift for relating with words and photos.

finally adding you to my blogroll so I won't lose track of you again!

Annie in Austin said...

"I hold my breath
pretending the
cool night will come."

This was once true, Tabor. But in this our 12th August in Texas, I know the cool night won't come for a long time. I've given up pretending, but wish you some cool nights for sleeping.

Annie