Hot Summers Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Hot Summers
The whirring blades
of an old ceiling fan
brings soothing night air
to my easy chair...
and thoughts of them.
In moonlit fields
of the mind,
two young lovers,
in a blur of emotions
trying to cool down
the heat of passion.
Warm memories,
other cool comforts,
come smiling back
from younger days;
other hot summers.
sensous, evocative, contrasting images- well crafted, very graphic 10
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5/18/2024 3:17:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh this is so very well written, short, but filled with so much imagery that opens the soul to a time in life when summer was a time for not only the heat of night, but the heat of young passion! ! Very sweet! ! !