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Valsa George
Summer in My Brain
Summer like an eagle has swooped down
Under its tearing claws, the Earth shrieks and groans
The days and nights breathe out the stench of dribbling sweat
Roads rage and roofs steam like an overly heated pan
The midday Sun flares right overhead
Spitting fumes and fire all around
The Earth lies scorched under its burning breath
An oven pre heated, hot enough to grill and bake
Rivers and streams pant in wild unrest
Canals and cisterns lie distraught
Dry leaves in whirlwind swirl around
The fallowed lands yawn with mouths wide agape
From the woods, rise coils of sooty smoke
As the dried undergrowth burns in the forest fire
Sucking the last vestiges of grass and green
The flames of fire dance in wild ecstasy
Alas! The self same summer has barged into me
Burning outright all my unsung songs
In my ears echo the rustle of dried up thoughts
Which waggle round me like disembodied spirits
How I lament the loss of my lovely rhymes
As the ink in my pen also is drying up
Oh! I wish it were moistened by the waters of *Helicon
And like a stream, trickle down into the paper I hold!
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The Earth lies scorched under its burning breath
An oven pre heated, hot enough to grill and bake How would it be if under each comercial add we'd have this printed down? A lovely poem dear friend hat off to you and your pen! Thank you!
Oh! I wish it were moistened by the waters of *Helicon
And like a stream, trickle down into the paper I hold! .................no sweat its more than moist its flooding don't worry.......... :)
the happenings during summer is well documented particularly the land open the mouth wide! beautiful summer! the heat will strengthen the seeds and hearts to germinate when it rains!
This summer is an illusion that has a dimension still priding in its elevations undefined. The lamentation ending with a note of hope will surely bring a Spring in Your Mind eventually leading to penning down of lines lovelier ever. A good poem Madam Valsa.
The analogy of summer in and out is very pleasing.
well-expressed poem.
Your summer of distraught, hot dry dusty and barren on your papers of inspiration will cease in a sudden
refreshing shower and a new change of season. And once again a river or words will flow bringing from your mouth wonderous poem that will inspire others.
The ink in your pen is trickling very well Valsa, I believe you have no reason to lament at all, a wonderful write.
I don't believe your pen has dried up Valsa, if this poem is anything to judge from. A great write, very inspired.
Valsa George, your poem to me was like monsoon, bringing in rains from afar, drenching in her was a boon, and it shall stay with me till winds decide to blow her afar. I love it.