Summer Heat

Summer Heat

A Poem by Carlton Rolle

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.

© 2015 Carlton Rolle

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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 :~)

Posted 7 Years Ago

Carlton Rolle

7 Years Ago

Thanks for taking the time to read my work and explain yourself. Part of the joy of writing is bring.. read more

7 Years Ago

OK, I felt it was something like that but this was the first time I have seen the word ordained used.. read more

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Added on July 29, 2015
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Carlton Rolle
Carlton Rolle

New York City, NY

I write because I must. Keeping towards a way to seek the message. Something that we all need, trust, and love. To speak an existence. To understand something's life. To work on hope and companio.. more..