Monday, July 19, 2010

A Magpie Tale


Opposite of the compass's true direction
sweat meanders in a southerly fashion

droplets of salt rim my lips, the margarita impression an intoxication of hot dreams and passion

shimmering waves tease my vision as heat rises in limber swells
I pray for cooling winds to extinguish this fire and wait here panting for September.



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24 comments:

  1. I am always so impressed with your poetic abilities; this is superb, I could feel the passion and the heat behind the words.;))
    Have a great day (and stay cool;))
    xo

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  2. ooo...i could feel the heat coming off your words. it has been beastly hot here...nice visuals...great magpie!

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  3. I read this a few times before appreciating it, but I do like it. I'd like to know where this came from, however, how you developed its meaning and the inspiration..

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  4. Beautiful mental images! Even if I am sitting and waiting for September too... :)

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  5. Ohhhhh ... so wonderfully written. I can feel each and every word!

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  6. We had some rain last night so it is blissfully cool today.

    Oh, I very much liked your Magpie and I do know the feeling . . waiting for September.

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  7. Friends here in Naples tell me how HOT it is, but I do not notice it so much. I do not work up on roofs like they do--grin!

    The heat wave extinguishes itself here in October--and then we get a new cannister which is not so rusty as the one in your photo.

    PEA (whew) CE!

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  8. I was sweating so much this weekend, the skin above my upper lip tasted like salt on the glass of a margarita, too! Oh come, September! (or better yet, October!)

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  9. Wow, I need a cold drink after that! Good job!

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  10. Just up sails and come to Mooloolaba in SE Queensland. Days about 22C... um, times 5, divide by 9 plus 32. Ummmm... near enough to 71? Nights about 8, do your own math. One light comforter needed only. Felt the heat and the water in your emotive piece. Luverly!

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  11. Great piece, love the whole flow, the heat and sweat and the waiting on September....bravo..bkm

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  12. I love it...the heat radiates from your poem. Awesome Magpie! Many of us are waiting for September! Glad you got to see Toy Story! :-)

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  13. A virtual margarita! Cooling - beautiful piece!

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  14. Amen sister. I could salt a margarita glass myself.

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  15. There is something about a margarita that will cool me off right away...or make me not care about the heat:)

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  16. hello birdie!....u hav a cute blog here!....i m totally givin u a follow!...grt stuff:)

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  17. I can picture each phrase; well done! Speaking of margaritas .. they cost $1.75 each at a Mexican restaurant that we ate at yesterday. That's less expensive than a soft drink!

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  19. I love your stories and I think I've missed a few.

    I could feel the perspiration glistening on my upper lip and on my temples from reading this. Really effective writing, Stevie!

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  20. I'm ready for fall, too! Summer has always been my least favorite. It's been especially hot and humid this year! ugh.

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