July


Flat-iron hot,
the sun presses out
the roofs' taut corrugation.

Across the sky the clouds
singe and curl,
a trellis of smoke.


4 comments:

  1. Are you sure you don't live nearby; you sure wrote the same steaming air. I like the analogy of the flat iron pressing out the corrugated roof. Wonderful imagery brought this poem to life.

    ReplyDelete
  2. the sun presses out
    the roofs' taut corrugation.

    These are great lines. You can bring anything to the page and light the reader's eyes. Hope all is well.

    ReplyDelete
  3. I'm Martie's echo: "...wonderful imagery brought this poem to life." That's so true!

    ReplyDelete
  4. A month can blur into a "trellis of smoke" especially in summer. this poem reminds reminds me of a Tennessee Williams' play; which yes is a wonderful thing.

    ReplyDelete

Thanks so much for visiting my site, I'm grateful you've taken the time to read. If you liked this selection, you can download a sampler of (or buy!) my books at the following links...

- Sonata Vampirica
- Sonnets from the Labrador
- How More Beautiful You Are
- Tango Desolado
- War and Ablution

...And, if you can, please leave a rating at Amazon.com. It's easy, and it does help a lot.

...Thank you!