Hot

Poem: Hot

It’s too hot to read

It’s too hot to write

It’s too hot to swat the mosquito

that has every intention to bite

In this heat what brings me sheer delight

Is when I think of what you say

For longer I wish that you could stay

You give it all you’ve got

My fire is stoked

And I find YOU very hot

 

 

 

Review: Hot

 A bit of warmth, yes nice. Summer with bright daylight. Bring it on please, especially after a long dark winter. What’s not to like eh? I’ll tell you…LOT’S!

Number 1. Opening a page of a book. It’s too hot to hold. Eyelashes wish to flutter, not in a coquettish manner but to try and hold open tired drooping eyelids. Also feeling annoyed with any winged hovering creature that wishes to get close to one’s face and to potentially sting and poison you! People having loud conversations in the street and others driving their cars like it’s a chunky four-wheeled bulbous discotheque because they think it looks cool? Oh, how I laugh. Less is more, is how the adage goes isn’t it?. Well, do a whole lot less of this annoying behaviour, I would suggest, and it would mean more to me especially if the next time I see you is at ‘not in a hurry to, past the hour’ or better still, at “NEVER O’CLOCK”… Am I getting a bit too dramatic and going a bit overboard here? It’s the heat you see. It must be. I think it’s gone to my head! The poet has expressed that it’s too hot to read and write! That’s awful. Attempting to swat a mosquito sounds like way too much of a faff. Tiring to do when one potentially has had a tricky night’s sleep with the opening/closing/opening/closing of window activity? Animal noises outside. Animal noises inside! And no, I don’t live in a jungle. Humans outside and inside can be just as scary; An assault on the senses.  The heat sounds horrendous.  So, what does the poet do? Fly out to cooler climes? Grab a couple of nordic sticks and go on a long hike by a lake? Fresh air up a hill and all that. That’ll do it. What’s not to like?  But it’s a bit short notice, isn’t it, to get from here to there. But the poet focuses their thoughts on something else. Someone who brings a lot of happiness in the poet’s life. The poet heats up intellectually and emotionally in the company of this other person and finds them attractive.

Wow! This person that the poet speaks of must be very impressive. I would love to find out more.

I enjoy the rhyming within the poem. It effortlessly carries the story along of this summer experience and brings its story to life.  What I like, is the surprise factor. At the start of reading I have no idea where I’ll be taken with its conclusion. A cool little read on a hot day.