In August

I. 

red is the torrid skin

bare to the summer sun

flesh turns beet red & tomato plump

hips swaying to the outdoor music festival

tongue devours the cool ice & wine, sweet

as peaches, plums and strawberries

golden yellow, dark velvet, earthly brown-

we celebrate ripeness in all its colors & spices

II.

red is the torrid sky

scorching the grass to dry pale paper

burning the borreal forest to ash & soot

the sky is smoking darkness during the day

the smell of destruction is invasive 

as gypsy moths, all that was vibrant and tall

are now burnt by growing wildfire in an instant

the charred soil is a reminder that death

stamps, entwining with life's abundance

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Sometimes August isn't recognized, hosted by Sanaa Rizvi.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.     During the summer months here in Canada (July to August), we get wildfires in the forests. It is a total destruction of homes and communities.  

Summer of wildfires

i bottle a lightning
swallow sleeping pills
over mushroom of dark clouds
questions flare in my head
stroked by fire coals 
on summer night
i salt my lungs
amidst flashing siren & neon lights
into slumbering waters
i slip away
scattered dust and pollen
fragile is a seed
burnt raw - in the inside
.....alone

.....alone

burnt-raw in the inside

fragile seeds,

scattered dust and pollen

slipping away

into slumbering waters

amidst flashing siren & neon lights

i salt my lungs

on summer night

stroked by fire coals 

questions flare in my  head

i, mushroom of dark clouds?

or unswallowing sleeping pills

i, bottle of lightning?

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Reverse Poetry hosted by Frank Hubeny.
A good example of reverse poetry is A Civilized Man.  Please join us when the pub door opens at 3pm EST.