Whatever the climate where you are,
Happy 4th of July!! Holiday or no !!
<3 Pea <3
The Heat, the Bugs, the Je-ne-sais-quoi
July storms into town, intent on gaining clout.
Branches crack mid-way and plummet
on fresh-tiled roofs. Fuses give up
the ghost. Computers simply can't imagine
what they're going to do. Crashes flummox
and clocks are so frantic, their pulses race.
Sun peeks through clouds in uniforms
make them look fat. Color: bruise.
One minute the thunderheads won't move,
the next, they are bumping chests. More rain
swells them sullen and resentful, yet
they shiver just thinking of letting go.
Rampage over, leaves, grass, and rock
catch light from a ball of fire. Look
and smell clean as the day they were born.
Weeds are three times their size, flowers
one and a half. Rivers, lakes, and streams
take time to reflect. Roars reduce to songs,
songs to hums. Bones that ached ease
and muscles flex. Hung-over, memory
waves a flag and vows to take a break.
Waffles with July a few days. Now hot
and sticky, now sticky and hot. Brief
dry spell a tease. Honeysuckle and sweat
perfume still air, ratcheting up sex. Highways
throb as workers fudge time cards and honk
home to jump back from charcoal and raw,
char-chevroned dogs or max out at ATM's
and push boat-dragging lemons or SUV's
stuffed with snorkel fins to beach to mountain
to grandma to museum. Plaid blooms
on links, babies bloom on campgrounds
and in parks. Wheeeeeeee. waaaa waaaa.
One more time, taking you ho–. . .wheeeeee.
How far is it now? Mom? Dad? I'm hungry.
I need to pee. Malls and cineplexes, AC'd
arctic, draw like shell games and pink cotton
candy. Piers sway as sea of humanity meets
sea and salt air. Water skiers ski, flop, sail-
boats tack-stop. Record runs on ice cream,
smoothies, fro-yo, tea. Corn-on-the-cob
dripping butter, melons dripping seeds.
Co'Cola, Pepsi, brews, and umbrella drinks
gullet as sparklers sizzle and rockets soar.
Zinnias flower earth and sky flame. Bodies,
paradeable or not, parade. Strange shortage
of cloth. July, too rich but not at all
too thin, doles us a breeze at a time
and plots to pack sand in one more crotch.
No wonder the bee-yotch is so full of herself.
Bit uptight about what rival August plans
to cook up. Always something steamy.
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, July, 2006
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|Reviewed by Handsum Hart
|Gee you sure do make July sound exciting.
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|An outstanding composition. It leads One through life and
family's togetherness; patriotic feelings.
Keep posting, Poet.
Healthy long blissful life.
Your proud admirer,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|time to find a shady spot and dream...
love this, Phyllis.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A cornucopia of the essences of the season; well done, Pea! Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook
|Wow! This rocks! And how!|
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Encapsulated the whole sparkler, Pea! Pinwheels exploding high in the sky, reach for our independence and keep it colorful. Always a pleasure to read you. Happy July 4th to you and Ray and the kids, my gliterati friend.
|Reviewed by T. S.
|I would like to add a significant comment, but all the high praise given by others preceding me sums it up completely. I loved this.|
|Reviewed by L. Figgins
|LOve this, Phyllis. You included everything but the rubber tasting water out of a hot hose. Fat with the imagery, smells, tastes and sounds of summer! What a feast. We need the jacketed pace of fall and winter just to recuperate, don't we, lol? Firecracker of a write!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Beautiful slice of life that unfolds, joyfully, before the reader's eyes; well done! This is beautiful poetry, Pea, and no one does these kind of poems better than you. I am honored to read your work.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Excellent this has " Je-ne-sais-quoi" :) !!
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|Pea! Your creative juices are gushing--showering us with phrase after phrase of descriptive energy of image and memory! You really nailed July's ID with this most enjoyable poem! Bravo!|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|It must be July...I heard the cicaidas for the first time last night and the cottonwood borers are out in full force...How come June Bugs are still hanging around? Welcome to the desert in July and the Monsoon Season. Army ants in search of food and water make mounds of grainy dirt along the driveway cracks, birds splash in tiny puddles from watered potted plants. Sparklers writing names into the night, summer is officially here. Great write, Pea! Happy 4th of July to you.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|The Heat, the Bugs, the Je-ne-sais-quoi
Ah, Good Old Summertime!
|Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot
|We dont do 4th July downunder, pity it sounds like fun.. Especially with this intriquing write...
June bugs( though it's July) are they like the firefly? We have them in NZ, named our first boat after them critters lol.
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|Pea! Leave it to you to give us summer and its energy, and it business all in one short poem. Great poem!!!
|Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
|What a great one...you have my mind working over time with all the images...memories. Cracking up here too at the human honesty and total slice of life humor. You didn't leave out a thing! Make my August HOT!