Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Heat Wave

oh, these days, these summer days
where heat becomes a summer haze
much like an oven's heating waves
you see, you see the heating rays

the outside air as thick as soup
grass turns brown and flowers droop
the kids stay in, stay in and swoop
like parasites; the kitchen troop

while I try hard to stock and save
stock and save the microwave
from overheating; oh, this group
eating, eating through and through

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Poetic Inspiration~
Poetry Jam: Something Ordinary
Poetic Asides: An Outside Poem

20 comments:

Brian Miller said...

ha. my boys are eating machines...darn this growth curve....we have been unseasonably cool though...been nice to be outside and not feel like you are melting...

Sumana Roy said...

aww..even in a hot country like ours we're having a nice time courtesy rains... :)

Peggy said...

Oh yes those summer days and trying to keep the refrig stocked for the hungry hordes! A lovely slice of life. I like the way the poem flows with the rhyme.

Donna Smith said...

Perfect ordinary day trying to sustain sanity in the heat. I remember being told to close the refrigerator door...oh, it was so cool and comfortable standing there "looking for something" as a kid.

Gabriella said...

Your poem made me smile, Laurie, and reminded me of my brothers when they were teenagers. They never seemed to stop eating. I like how the repetitions work in your poem and add to the contrast between how the heat makes you feel and those hungry mouths that need feeding.

Mary said...

Well, we don't have this same kind of weather at the moment; but from your poem I can really picture what it is like. So hard when everyone feels trapped in the house because of the air 'as thick as soup.'

Gillena Cox said...

Nice rhyming scheme, your "troup " made me smile, have a nice Wednesday

Much love...

Helen said...

You did a beautiful job with the 'ordinary' challenge!

Gail said...

How do the poor survive? I have trouble keeping up with the supply needed to feed boys!

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Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the rhythm and the rhyme of this and smiled at you trying to save your kitchen from the eating brigade. I looked after six kids the other day - fridges dont HOLD enough stuff to keep them full, hee hee.

alan1704 said...

great rhythm and great way you make it sing and create life from the ordinary, great poem

umangawasthi said...

:) Quite enjoyable! I understand well the situation you have portrayed here of summers,as I have very well experienced the same. Nicely written!

Justin Lamb said...

Kids as parasites in the kitchen - that is hilarious and so true! Good job shedding some humor on such a common, ordinary situation.

artbyrae said...

So true. Great poem

SaraV said...

Laurie can definitely relate to this! The rhythm and repetition worked really well. A fun write :-)

Jae Rose said...

I love the swoop and the droop and the soup..heavy as the heat...and a plea for a fresh breeze!

annell said...

The heat of summer makes everything harder, longer, everything everything-er…..

Arathi Harihar said...

ah..summer and kids are deadly combination...eating is the only thing which happens..loved this a lot Laurie ..enjoy your summer:)

mywordwall said...

I hear the frustration and the bemusement accompanied by an eloquent eyeroll in this piece. :-)