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bleeding heat from my skin
organs dried of their juice
wrinkled up like the brain
parched of wit and good sense
just my touch of a leaf
starts the forest ablaze
wheresoever I sit
melts the surface away
I am fire incarnate
at midpoint of summer
unquenched by relief
of the rain or the sea
which my cauldron of breath
turns to scaldering steam
the one hope that remains
is complete immolation
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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Poesy plus Polemics 
Great! Love “parched of wit and good sense”
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thanks, Melanie
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Oh, Paul, the last line speaks to me of deep depression. It is very hot but I hope you are okay. Are you? The poem is very apt and great images– just concerns me.
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not to worry
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Wow what incredible words. Hope it soon warms up here on the other side of the globe
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I’d gladly send you some of ours – we’re expected to break records today with 100F
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Wowza, that surely speaks of the intolerable heat. I join Ellen in hoping you’re alright.
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thanks, bennetta – I’m okay but for the oppressive heat
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I don’t sleep well in the heat, so I hope you have AC (I make do with wind tunnel fans…).
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we have a few window units and some fans – along with cool wet rags
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We had one or 2 “way hot” days earlier, and I resorted to sticking one of those blue gel packs (freezer) down my shirt. The “cool” didn’t last nearly long enough, but I looked like Mae West–good for a refreshing laugh, at least.
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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This is about Thailand right? You just described my life here. Seriously, though, wonderful words.
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ha ha – you gave me a good chuckle – thanks kindly
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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always want to share with everyone a great talent in writing, and this you are, thank YOU for allowing this
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Wow, this is fantastic!
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greatly appreciate that
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Another gem.
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cheers
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Hot flashes here.
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wrote it in July when the sun was high
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I’m with Starralee on this. Describes my hot flashes to a tee. It also reminds me of when we lived in Spain. The hot summers were way too intense for my poor old Irish blood, with no air con and using cold showers, wet towels and fans to keep cool. Miss Spain in the winter, though.
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ah, yes – it’s why I retired north to New Hampshire when everyone else was heading south
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