Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

As Hot As

It isn’t a coincidence
That hell’s perceived as hot
For as for being in a boiling place,
I’d rather not.

The limits to my comfort zone
Where summer is concerned
Do not require that my skin
Turn red or crisp and burned.

It’s also not dependent on
The pouring out of sweat,
Although that’s as uncomfortable
As I am like to get.

No, all it takes ‘til I become
Dante in his Inferno
Is 90’s plus humidity – 
From outside, I adjourn-o!

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John Watt July 29, 2020 at 1:28 PM Loved your reference to Dante's Inferno and your clever ending rhyme! Brilliant throughout, as usual.

Maurice Rigoler July 23, 2020 at 2:56 AM Humidity is no friend of mine, Ilene. I can handle "dry" heat but "wet" heat defeats any ambition I might have. As a result I take frequent naps. I can only imagine the heat New York city generates! Many thanks for stopping by. / M

Gershon Wolf July 22, 2020 at 5:26 PM Ha, ha! I'm cooked at 75 plus high humidity these days, though 80's with low humidity is no problem, at least not yet. We're getting younger, aren't we... :) gw

JC Brul July 21, 2020 at 11:01 PM Brilliant summer piece dear Ilene. Simple and crisp yet refreshingly awesome!!

Jan Allison July 19, 2020 at 2:09 PM we rarely get excessive temperatures and i am not a sun worshiper anyway:-) stay cool Ilene!:-) hugs jan xx

Rico Leffanta July 19, 2020 at 1:51 PM Aye, heat and humidity in NYC during July can be overwhelming, but try Papeete! Luckily, you have an air conditioner complete with flapping pigeon wings! Aloha! Rico