Heat waves.

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 27, 2021


The rain is sparse,
but I hear it inch its way closer.

I catch glimpses of its candor
through the lavender fields,
only to realize, hours later,
when migraines and mirages
coat my appendages like sand,
that I'm dreaming behind dormant eyes.

I try to recreate the comfort
of summer storms by taking a
shower, cherry blossom trees
planting themselves beneath my feet.
I can't stay here for too long.
My brain sends signals of distress
to my lungs and soon I'm breathing
in shallow sputters.

"I don't have time"

but that's not true.

I have everything, including time.

I retreat back to my bed
in all of its (none of its) glory.
When dawn comes, I wonder
if my body will be shriveled up.
I wonder if my tongue will turn
to sawdust and sing in shrill tones.

It will be another day where I question
whether or not I've made a sound.
If the ghastly screams were a
hemorrhage or a false escape.

I wonder if it will matter how
far my sound can travel.
I've been screaming for years now,
yet no one's traced it back.

I wonder why the rain won't come.

I wonder why it isn't trickling down,
hushing the dissenters.

I wonder why nobody hears it.

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  • 2 months ago

    by nourayasmine

    I understand your poetry is always captivating, but this is on a whole new level.

  • 2 months ago

    by Rania Moallem

    Oh my God. Killer poem! I can't stop reading this.

  • 2 months ago

    by Em

    Glad to see this nominated.

    I wonder if it will matter how
    far my sound can travel.
    I've been screaming for years now,
    yet no one's traced it back.
    ^
    This stanza is amazingly relatable and so sombre it made me catch my breath.
    Em

  • 2 months ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Ironically, I can hear the hopeless frustration of not being heard/ understood! As always, your poems paint emotions that are felt. Thank you for sharing.

  • 2 months ago

    by Maher

    This can be used to describe many people's inner drought, but it can also be used to describe Aussie Summers. Humidity gets so high here sometimes that you'd swear it could muffle your voice as much as your thoughts. The way these two thoughts connected for me made your piece that much stronger. Awesome write :)

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