Andy Chunn Poet Free verse

Summer Fun

Hot
Summer sun scorches
The breath still

Morning wave
Buries its hate
In scratching grass-sounds

Floating yellow
Line of sight bends
In brain-sensed tease

Echoes
Empty canyons fall
Beyond stillness

Caution winds silent spirals,
Soaring distance -- unswerving sight

Melted minutes
Sultry stares
Torrid tease

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Ann Peck August 11, 2022 at 5:05 PM I love your poem! Everything described so vividly. I know that feeling when it's almost too hot to breathe! Andy Chunn August 11, 2022 at 7:22 PM You are so right. Sometimes it feels too hot for anything. Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem.

Harry Horsman August 10, 2022 at 2:23 AM You sure portray the feeling in this splendid poetry, Andy... Andy Chunn August 11, 2022 at 7:22 PM I was having a hot time I guess. Thanks for you support.

Michelle Faulkner August 5, 2022 at 11:07 PM Your imagery is so sharp and clear, especially like 'scratching grass sounds' and 'melted minutes' - that feels like summer to me~ Andy Chunn August 11, 2022 at 7:21 PM Thank you Michelle. This summer seems more extreme than most.

Andrea Dietrich August 5, 2022 at 2:27 PM you sure got across that summery feeling here Great job! Andy Chunn August 11, 2022 at 7:19 PM Thanks Andrea....best to you.