HEATWAVE IN VIENNA

"Heatwave in Vienna" captures the intense experience of a heatwave through vivid imagery and metaphors. This Poet describes the heatwave as a visitor, carried by winds and star tears, emphasizing its

HEATWAVE IN VIENNA

A heatwave visited today carried by winds and star tears; it touched me.  A vanilla taste warned amygdalae as I was cycling back from hill country away from dust beasts that live beyond the wooden bridge near the dried out lakes of lost souls.  

That infernal star dropped across the horizon and bounced from Vienna to Budapest leaving burn prints like dots begging for carbon pressed lines between death and destruction. 

I almost made it home but the star tears started to fall and such power is resistent to prayers and dreams.  

As they fell the Earth opened up like onion paper against a furnance.

 

you sometimes 

  know your beauty

it sometimes ate   me in my soul

who plays whom

  we come all    from the womb

  gently we birth

                 fierce wounds

  some from womb

  but mothers hold

  a flag of union

  so hold me in all my birth

  and tell me

  i was your own

i ate each moment

  of her Lightening

i was thinking of

  everything i felt

was weak in her eyes

 -- and THIS is the

STORY of everyone's

life //  

05/05/2016 8:32 PM CST

HIS abode was made of dirt

  his clothes from a dead

soul 

but he danced when he could

and ate what was good

the rest of his life;

not time for hate,

nor time for waste,

industrial skill

was the toil of his

love and large enough for my Soul.

A heatwave visited today carried by winds and star tears; it touched me.  A vanilla taste warned amygdalae as I was cycling back from hill country away from dust beasts that live beyond the wooden bridge near the dried out lakes of lost souls.  

That infernal star dropped across the horizon and bounced from Vienna to Budapest leaving burn prints like dots begging for carbon pressed lines between death and destruction. 

I almost made it home but the star tears started to fall and such power is resistent to prayers and dreams.  

As they fell the Earth opened up like onion paper against a furnance.

 

you sometimes 

  know your beauty

it sometimes ate   me in my soul

who plays whom

  we come all    from the womb

  gently we birth

                 fierce wounds

  some from womb

  but mothers hold

  a flag of union

  so hold me in all my birth

  and tell me

  i was your own

i ate each moment

  of her Lightening

i was thinking of

  everything i felt

was weak in her eyes

 -- and THIS is the

STORY of everyone's

life //  

05/05/2016 8:32 PM CST

HIS abode was made of dirt

  his clothes from a dead

soul 

but he danced when he could

and ate what was good

the rest of his life;

not time for hate,

nor time for waste,

industrial skill

was the toil of his

love and large enough for my Soul.

Reviews

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Your poem is very powerful and evocative. You use imagery in a way that really captures the feeling of being overwhelmed by the elements and the natural world. The way you describe the heatwave as being carried by winds and star tears is particularly striking, and I can feel the sense of danger and urgency in your words. The final lines of the poem are particularly poignant, as they capture the sense of resilience and determination that comes with facing adversity.

[E.P. Robles]

Thank you for the analysis! Yes, I've been dealing with some hot weather here in Phoenix, Arizona so I thought I would try and project that heat towards elsewhere! LOL (It did NOT WORK!) :)