Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Searing Times
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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Beautifuly written. Well done! 👏🏻
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Thanks so much!
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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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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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This is stunning :O 😀
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Thanks!!
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Amazing photo, Elan!
(And I too wait for rain.)
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I know I’m not alone. Thanks Betty.
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I’m with you there.
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You understand?
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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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Seems like the droughts, both physical and emotional, are affecting many souls. Beautifully crafted poem.
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Stunning! Words and photograph!
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Beautiful words, well chosen and placed. I loved reading this out loud. Thank you for that moment.
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Your words make me feel the dryness in your surroundings. The burned tree is a perfect fit for your poetry.
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What a fantastic picture! Your words summed it up pretty well.
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This is truly amazing and relatable – I recently wrote a poetry book and your writing style has helped me a lot https://cthedust.wordpress.com/2018/07/22/impulsive-bones-collection-of-poetry/
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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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I am so flattered. Thanks so much Molly and good luck with the book. Your link is welcome here.
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No problem and thank you 🙂
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You conveyed the impatience of dealing with extended heat so very well! Lovely writing … refreshing thought the “flirt of coolness” 🙂
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