May, no way!  

Poem: May, no way!  

It’s May!

Not July!

Nor is it Planet Venus

and certainly not flippin Dubai !!!

 

Review: May, no way!

Oh My! Such a short poem with so much being said!

The poet appears to be annoyed and outraged. I think they would benefit from a cold compress being applied to their forehead!

They don’t want to beat around the bush or to make things sound light and fluffy

when things are clearly not in that way at all!

Why not? The poet is going straight to the point and making it known to the reader of their experience by summing up the unusual heat for this time of the year in May 2026. Heat doesn’t seem to agree with the poet and I’m with the poet on this one. It feels to me that the weather is playing a sick practical joke! THIS IS MAY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I do not like heatwaves nor a premature summer. BUT is it not all our fault? Hmm, I simultaneously perspire and ponder at this. Global warming, isn’t it? Think about it as you bake, fry and sweat. No, not the onions (no one cooks now-a-days do they? Just assemble slices of something or other on a plate or a ‘trendy trough’ or ‘grazing table’ (yes, they do exist for us humans, not just for hooved creatures but that’s another story for another time dear reader) I can imagine people using the words from the poem on placards to protest and bring attention to global warming. Can protesting make a difference? Would things improve? What can we all do to look after our planet? What has been done, if anything to seal up the ozone layer when it was on the dwindle back in the late 1980’s.  The poem has got me thinking, questioning and talking.

Would people change their ways or are they firmly set in them?

Alas, from what I have observed, it’s the latter. Is that it then, no hope? No, not at all, there ishope. The unsavoury (to put it mildly) folk of this world believe that they will live forever, cause havoc but they do pop their clogs and will disappear for good. Good! Look back at history and there’s the answer. Hope is the last thing to die. Where there is hope we all as humans can not only survive but thrive. Who brings us hope? A combination of youth and much senior, wise people. It’s the folk in the middle who seem to have become stuck in robotic routine. We, of all generations need to communicate to solve problems, share moments and advice to live good lives.

Anyway, back to the poem. I’m glad it’s not planet Venus that I’m on but it’s not good at all to be inspired by the heat from our closest planetary neighbour! Temperatures of 462 c is not very appealing!

The closest thing we have to that here on earth is the Emirate city Dubai. That makes me laugh! Sorry dear reader if you’re offended. It’s a very clever little spot in the world. The branding of it is spot on to make it appealing. I wouldn’t knock it as I know lovely people who have lived, holidayed, worked and have started a family out there but a change of plan took place, and yes they’re here in the U.K for good. It’s where I have got to know them.

People experiment and try things out, don’t they?

So, what’s my point dear reader?

Heat or not, in life we all need to adapt, adjust and keep moving in one way or another. Emotionally, physically and psychologically.

I like the rhyming title of the poem. It’s caught my attention instantly

I’ve also enjoyed the rhyming of July with Dubai.

A great conversation starter…  in the evening when temperatures are much lower. I call it, ‘socks and sandals’ weather.