It shimmered like gold Liquid waves of heat Rippling upon the browning Grass of too long a summer Stinging the eyes with sweltering Intensity and smothering the last Breath of fresh air, stealing it Robbing her of a memory...
She wondered if perhaps It was an August-induced mirage, Nature's tease, or the product Of an over-active imagination...
What did it matter anyway... It was too damn hot to think!!
I was close to your neck of the woods recently, Myrna...and it is a different kind of heat, however, it has found my home as well and it brings a whole new meaning to the "lazy, hazy days of summer". Simple breathing is a task.
Love,
Taylor
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on August 28, 2007
I see that even the dog days of Summer can inspire good poetry, Myrna. I'm going to have to go and turn down the thermostat a little more after reading this! Excellent and timely....tis the season to swelter.
~Butch Howard
It is sweltering here in (he)El Paso, I can feel the heat even this morning...103 was the high yesterday and no end in sight...well maybe in September...
Nice work, Myrna...
Art Sun...
Reviewed by Kathryn Collins (Reader)
Reviewed on August 22, 2007
Myrna --
and we in the northeast have forgotten the heat..... It's been in the 60's, but the promise of hades is in the forecast in a day or two.
Now I'm going to take a shower after reading this treasure of this little hot one.
hummmm....kinda makes a body want to strip off all their clothes and run naked....wait...no running...too damned hot for that...heheheehheheh....
An apt and deliciously humid write on todays apparently nationwide weather, my friend.
Ahhh the heat of summer does seem to turn our minds to mush and our thoughts to just utter retirement of reason. Well done Myrna, good to see you post again.
The Devil, King of All Hell and then some, will get you for this one. It's too hot in Georgia to give you sensible review, so I'll get back to you in November.... maybe, December..... or '08. Okay?
I'm laughing my sweat glads off at this one... for it's so good I can't stop! You gotta' goodun' here, Kajun Kutie!
- Bill
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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Love,
Taylor
~Butch Howard
Nice work, Myrna...
Art Sun...
and we in the northeast have forgotten the heat..... It's been in the 60's, but the promise of hades is in the forecast in a day or two.
Now I'm going to take a shower after reading this treasure of this little hot one.
hugs,
Kathy
An apt and deliciously humid write on todays apparently nationwide weather, my friend.
Be safe,
Karen
Fee
I'm laughing my sweat glads off at this one... for it's so good I can't stop! You gotta' goodun' here, Kajun Kutie!
- Bill