Fortunately, the weather here has been beautiful the past couple of days. I hate humid summer days when I can barely breathe. I don’t feel like doing anything when the weather is oppressive.I wrote the following poem a long time ago for an unpublished collection of seasonal poems titled Tasting the Sun.
COOL POOL
by Elaine Magliaro
The sun beats down.
It sears.
It scorches.
Sweating neighbors sit on porches
Sipping ice-cold lemonade
Waiting for the day to fade.
BUT
When I’m hot as steaming tea,
I stand beneath our maple tree,
Remove my sneakers, socks…and wade
Into a cool green pool of shade.
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At Wild Rose Reader, I have Toasting Marshmallows, an original poem that I wrote for another unpublished poetry collection about candy.
The Poetry Friday Roundup is over at A Year of Reading.
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P.S. I published a post titled Go the F**k to Sleep: What's Your Opinion of This Picture Book for Parents? at Wild Rose Reader yesterday. I'd like to get people's opinions about this new book that appears destined to be a really big bestseller.
1 comment:
I like the sound of "tasting the sun" - very powerful.
Your poem makes me imagine and relive summer romances and a laid-back kind of life when lemonade and sun streaming through your skin are enough to make one smile. Lovely.
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