Summer Heat

What’s to become of this ordained summer?

Blasted in the heat.

Soaking in the sun.

The time is moving past the drum of my heart.

It was from the start I heard it.

Avoided it.

But grew to yearn it.

The sensation it’s engraved in my soul.

Blissfully hot.

Reviews

[Bear]

I have a question, what do you mean by ordained summer?
We have had a few days here in Kansas that made me feel like I had melted together with the plastic deck chair so I can relate to Summer Heat. Your poem is intriguing, soaking up sunshine like a sponge and reveling in the sensation, even craving its sensation all the more. I can see how your blissfully hot ending relates to your use of the word ordained in the first sentence but don't see how your use of the word explains what an ordained summer means. I hope that explains more about the question I ask. I still like the poem regardless :~)

[Carlton Rolle]

Thanks for taking the time to read my work and explain yourself. Part of the joy of writing is bringing forth multiple memories, sensations, and ideologies into a collective. The formation of "ordained summer" comes from when I actually wrote it. It was one of the first official days of the season. I also love the heat and there is a strong element of spirituality that I connect with it as well.

[Bear]

OK, I felt it was something like that but this was the first time I have seen the word ordained used in this manner and I like to understand the things I read that move or inspire me. Thank you for clearing it up, it doesn't change the feel or how I interpreted the poem it is more like I may want to use the word ordained similarly someday :~)
I agree with you about the ideologies of the collective for a shared thought, memory or idea is immortalizes in the whole of the group as well as expanded on and given life all over again in the next generation.