Revoltion of Summer (Original Version)

by †JustAri†   Sep 5, 2005

No windows there
Momma's got hers down
Still no air

Sick to my stomache of
This peanut butter atmosphere
Slow and hot
Greasy with sweat

My T-shirt peeling
Off of my back
Wiping my face
Every half minute

Nauseating sun...
Browning this halved senorita
My jeaned legs are saved
My arms, not so lucky

Thick air's bad to breathe
So stifling in highway traffic
Ready to swallow some air-conditioning
If only this car wouldn't over heat

Nannie's high,
Annoyed voice
Disturbs and complains
I'm praying that she'll shut those toothless jaws
As if the heat's not uncomfortable enough

And arid
Dusted with sunshine
This seasonal personality
Never dies

© Copyright Ariana 2003-2005

-*I feel as if this stanza doesn't fit in with the rest, as i wrote it today. I originally wrote this poem on August 25, 2005, trying to find a way to finish it so i could submit it.

Here's the link to the Rondel that this poem inspired:

-editing still in progress-


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  • 15 years ago

    by ElegantlyWasted

    Wonderfully done my friend. Though i do agree the last stanza seems to just stop the poem dead rather than leaving a bit to the readers imagination. Though i grasp the whole concept; and i loved the theme of this poem. I hate those musty 30degree days that burn you to a crisp and choke you.
    Lol, anyway sweetie lovely write; can't wait to read more now that i'm home a bit more often.

    Take care always hun,
    Luvooo heappppssss.

    xx Kal.