Monday, June 07, 2010

Monday Poetry Stretch - Some Like It Hot

I seem to have fallen off the face of the earth where blogging is concerned. I'm swamped with work right now, but wouldn't dream of letting down all you folks who take up challenges with me. I don't know what it's like where you are, but it's darn hot here. I hope this isn't a sign of things to come. I have lived here nearly 16 years and I still don't like the summers. I don't miss the Buffalo snow, but I do miss the summers and the fall.

Okay, enough of my stream of consciousness on the weather. Let's write about something HOT. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll post the results here later this week.


  1. Today has a fever,
    but the ocean puts cool fingers
    across its hot forehead
    and says, "Shhhh.
    Soon it will be night."

    --Kate Coombs, 2010, all rights reserved

    By Steven Withrow

    Nine years old, bored with summer,
    sick of sunburn, watermelon,
    almost wishing for September,
    I follow my patient father
    through hanging vines,
    chain-linked swings
    of our equatorial jungle gym,
    where earth turns daily
    and vegetables grow.
    I plunk myself down
    between red radish rows,
    leaves like ping-pong paddles,
    while Father thrusts
    a spade into soft soil.

    At garden’s margin
    a fat, black rabbit
    tips slack ears
    like a conjurer’s top hat
    at miracle finale
    of a mirror-shadow show.
    (Father doesn’t look up;
    this trick’s for me.)
    Long-eared illusionist,
    with rabbit sleight-of-foot,
    nabs one red radish,
    into tall grass disappears,
    without presto, bravo,
    or wherever-did-he-go.

  3. Pepper

    It was such a cute pepper
    the size of my thumb.
    I bit off the tip
    and I felt pretty dumb
    for though it was little
    that pepper was strong.
    I thought it was sweet.
    It was hot.
    I was wrong.

    © Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
    (The Poem Farm)

  4. afternoon heat...
    gray cat flops on her side
    to stretch long
    against the cool wood floor
    still and silent as a shadow

  5. 教育的目的不是在製造機械,而是在造成人. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

  6. Air-Condition
    by Liz Korba

    It's hot.
    I'm not.

  7. My contribution is here: