Hot Day Jazz

Well we had a heat wave yesterday. Enjoyed our air conditioning I must say. Not looking forward to the bill though.

Ripple Poetry

Hot day like a trumpet blast
of melodic riffs that rise but
never quite fall;

each note dripping into
a sweat drop
going flip flop on
the pavement.

Overheated notes trying to
keep the jazz afloat
fingers that won’t stop
pushing the buttons
in the search for cool.

Calling out for the cool change
seeking the release from the water key
brass melt away
hot day.

Trumpet make the people
rain dance
pump the pavement
with their call for cool
tend to the refugees from heat
put music in their feet.

(c) June Perkins

And now it’s time for the extended metaphor poem.  I’ve been looking forward to this one nothing like extending  a metaphor and dancing with it, although it would be nice if our heat wave in Brisbane went away today.

View original post

Published by June

Writer, photographer, lover of unity in diversity in thought and humanity - poet by nature, world citizen

One thought on “Hot Day Jazz

Would love to know what you think. The emails left on comments are not passed onto any third party for use for marketing or data.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: