Searing Times

Inside a burnt tree. More photos here.

I wish I could dance in this wind. But its heat wilts me, keeps a dull, slight fever about my skin. I feel it drags everything into a blur, the flora, the fauna, the restless water, the dry grass. There’s so many separate lawns being watered in the midst of this drought.

 I await the first flirt of coolness, a gift from the ocean, when the wind tugs at my hand and compassion soothes the baked streets, the overdone frenzy.

 

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21 thoughts on “Searing Times

  1. Fabulous texture, Elan. You are always observing, and the acuity of your observations undergoes the alchemy of…uh…oh, the heck with it Once I use the word Alchemy I’m screwed into a pretentious socket. The image makes me want to do insane things with Photoshop. And all of them would mess up its perfect beauty.

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  2. Thanks Art. Just the photo itself is a kind of “mess up”, if you understand what I mean. But then we would have to go back to all the fuss over representation, that we still can’t quite get a hold of. Seeing is believing vs. looks are deceiving.

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  3. I feel in this poem the societal undercurrents, an analogy embedded in your words. Weather and its consequences provide us with a way of expressing human emotions and the reasons for them. This is what your poem is for me, Elan.

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  4. I’m working on enjoying the season I’m in. Both in weather and in life. While I’m not a fan of hot weather, I love the green surroundings. So I enjoy it looking through a glass.
    Great writing Elan!

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