Mantra On Fire
Author: Pondering Red
the extreme heat
succeeded to kidnap my summer.
bad bad heat...
my expectations of a good summer,
with all of that funky
montreal festival energy
were put on hold-
locked in the ice cubes
i carried around
sliding down my legs and arms
past summers seemed like surreal mirages.
last years forever summer
with its cool hot energys,
gliding along bicycle paths
winding to lachine canal
and into autumn gold
was but a pleasant dream-
a non reality-
now lazy unnatural hazy crazy days of summer,
kidnapped and held hostage by blowing
crackling and crackling-
remnants of hurricanes
sending their strong greetings
over this already polluted perspiring town.
an irridescent orange radioactive glow at dusk-
summer almost gone and I
have not started to enjoy it yet.
sure i savour the moment and try to seize it-
a good tao like thing to do-
trying to meditate in this sauna,
it's pretty darn hard to get introspective.
beads of sweat dropping in slow motion-
mantras on fire-
yes, pleasure and pain and balance
and all the ever flowing yin yang
non resistance dances of
rivers of flowing life stuff
just kept churning around in my heated up head
circle of heat of fire just got higher and higher
from bad to worse
to - oh what the heck
let me lie here and melt into
a fast way to satori nirvana enlightment.
i think not.
on the other hand,
nature was smiling.
the tough trees lush-
sure they love it-
radiant green thriving climbing,
lapping in the dampness,
look i'm not human.
oh, summertime !
well, the living ain't that easy.
it's been a drag-
dragging down almost everyone-.
to wishing for that silvery enchanted glistening snow.
well.. five day forecast is looking good-
yippee rain !
wonderful cooling refreshing
rain droplets sprinkling over
the last dusty veils of heat vapors
that are slithering sneakily away.
yes go away-
let me b r e a t h e
let this city become one
of cool radiance and vibrancy
and groovy energy once more.
allright, the end of the hostage taking is in sight.
in this late july
it is now officially
the beginning of summer for me.
let the games begin !
Comments on this poem/writing:
|anonymous (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, July 29 2005, 07:32 am|
....ya, at that boys scout convention, so many were down fron the heat, men and boys, I guess when we want warm, when we are cold, and we want cold, when we are hot. Then when it's perfect, we don't realize it....lol ha,ha oh well!...thanks for a nice poem Pondering Red
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