Summer In My Brain Poem by 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!
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.
I don't believe your pen has dried up Valsa, if this poem is anything to judge from. A great write, very inspired.
The ink in your pen is trickling very well Valsa, I believe you have no reason to lament at all, a wonderful write.
A fantastic expression has been made on summer season as well as on summer in brain on a metaphorical base. The inscription is very interesting to read over and over again. The last stanza is much impressive. Thanks for sharing this gem.10
I had to read it again after reading at Bri's showcase. such a lovely poem. Love all the similes, metaphors and your poetic language and creativity.
now i'm choosing this for my February 2019 showcase. thanks! ! ! bri (:
The fallowed lands yawn with mouths wide agape..............beseeching Mother Nature: Rain! more great writing: Sucking the last vestiges of grass and green In my ears echo the rustle of dried up thoughts..................yikes! and yet, Valsa could write under such ..............................................................................................conditions! ! ! what would a little rain allow? and last, but certainly not least: ...... trickle down into the paper I hold! to MyPoemList it goes. bri :)
Thank you Bri for your sweet comment! I feel honored by finding quite a few of my poems included in your poem list!
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!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Though Summer has swooped down on you you are surely moistened by the waters of Helicon and hence this poem finds a place over here.A lovely poem which i enjoyed.