by The Mutt
...though I was occasionally overwhelmed by the plethora of images & metaphors. Please do not take this as criticism... but each time I read your line "talk to the heat", Rod McKuen's "Listen to the Warm" rambled through my head.
Mutt, I'm beginning to become a fan of your stuff. I define myself as a "fan" when a poet's work makes me want to steal, or makes me so envious that it pisses me off!
Well done.
yes...like the heat it felt like thick corn syrup...crying for a second read but was just as delicious as the second stollen spoon full of golden syrup. Yum!
I never knew heat like that until I spent two summer months in NC. And that poem sums it up perfectly--not just the physical heat but the tension it causes. The only criticism: The line about the screaming cicadas was a mood breaker. I guess I never think of the noise of cicadas as a scream. Perhaps another word choice? Maybe "chattering"?