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October- 26- 2025

Marathon Mile No. 24. Poetry Contest

Sponsor- Mark Toney


 

Summer in My Brain

Summer like an eagle has swooped down
Under its tearing claws, the Earth shrieks and groans
Days and nights breathe out the stench of dribbling sweat.
Roads rage and roofs steam like an overly heated pan.

The midday Sun flares right overhead,
Spitting fumes and fire all around.
The Earth lies scorched under its burning breath.
An oven pre heated, hot enough to grill and bake.

Rivers and streams pant in wild unrest
Canals and cisterns lie distraught
Dry leaves in whirlwind swirl around.
Fallowed lands yawn with mouths wide agape

From the woods, rise coils of sooty smoke,
As the dried undergrowth burns in the forest fire,	
Sucking the last vestiges of grass and green.
The flames of fire dance in wild ecstasy.

Alas! The self same summer has barged into me
Burning outright all my unsung songs.
In my ears, echo the rustle of dried up thoughts,
Which waggle round me like disembodied spirits.

How I lament the loss of my lovely rhymes,
As the ink in my pen also is drying up.
Oh! I wish it were moistened by the waters of Helicon
And like a stream, trickle down into the paper I hold!
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Kelii Kekaula Avatar
October 27, 2025 at 5:23 PM
I was following the eagle awry from its wildlife due to the encroachment of human civilization until the Volta, one of the encroachers, well, make it two, was penning poems, 'tis great all around, anyway. Aloha.
DiMino Avatar
October 27, 2025 at 7:34 AM
Sounds like you have similar summers to Phoenix. The heat can really fry one's brains, and drain the spirit of soulful creativity. Makes one become a night owl for a bit of relief and sense of truly feeling alive. Great write my friend. You will always have wonderful poetry to share, just at times, a bit steamier.
Etgen-Baker Avatar
October 26, 2025 at 5:25 PM
your ability to create meaningful images to communicate deep thoughts is inspiring. I understand that feeling of 'dried up thoughts.' My brain doesn't think in terms of rhyme...I can understand missing it, though. hugs, Sara
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