Five Liner- Summer In The South Poem by Valsa George

Five Liner- Summer In The South

Rating: 5.0

Summer has swooped down in violent fury
The razor blades of heat cut through the skin
I turn and toss in bed like a fish on an angler's hook
After the tryst when I wake, my top sheet is twisted like a rope
And the bottom sheet resembles a plate of scrambled eggs

Saturday, February 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: summer time
Souren Mondal 27 February 2016

I loved this poem Valsa ma'am, as you once again show your wonderful skill to CREATE fabulous imagery from the observation of the mundane.. A wonderful poem.. P: S: On a lighter note, this is the reason why my mother still scolds me - 'Whatever you do, at least keep your bed tidy you young brat! ! ' - I still get this at 24, and sometimes deliberately do it, just to listen to my mother scolding me: -) Thank you for sharing the poem, making me realise that I am still a naughty little brat that my mum thinks I am! !

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Valsa George 27 February 2016

Don't worry Souren...... you are not the only little brat ! You have enough companions! My sons who are of your age do the same in summer and winter! Like your mum....... I too go mad seeing it!

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M Asim Nehal 27 February 2016

And summer is back with this poem....Nice one yet again, changing weather will bring a new leaf to the life.

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Akhtar Jawad 27 February 2016

When weather changes it's felt more, start dreaming for the rains and prepare yourself to write a poem on rains.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 27 February 2016

Amazing style of narration and it's confluence with superb imagery has created this beautiful and realistic poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 09 June 2020

In violent fury summer has swooped down. The summer is hot and season is still necessary. Many feel uncomfortable die to irritation. However every season is very important. This poem is very nicely penned.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 19 November 2018

Summer has swooped down in violent fury The razor blades of heat cut through the skin.....nice poetic expression with mirth. Nice presentation.

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Edward Kofi Louis 23 July 2016

I turn and toss in bed like a fish! Nice piece of work.

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Nosheen Irfan 29 February 2016

This is a perfect picture of summer. In our part of the world summers are really severe and uncomfortable. You convey that sense of uneasiness with perfection. Every line of this poem is sheer pleasure to read. The reader can feel the summer heat in his bones. A sure 10.

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 27 February 2016

Restlessness of summer results in a trampled bed. So naturally described in the five liner. Enjoyed it.

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