Tuesday, June 29, 2010


The hazy, hot, humid days of summer have us in their vise-like grip. The trips from house to car to destination awaken sweat glands. Lungs fill with still, dank air.
According to Thomas Edison, "Genius is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration." Alas, that doesn't seem to be true for me.

Although at times, my perspiration levels spike to 99%---lethargy has set in and "the muse is on vacation."

So rather than writing something original and fresh, I am coping out and plagiarizing from my own book, At The Turquoise Table. Here's a stanza from one of the poems in the book called "Summer Heat."

Summer heat overstays,

an unwelcome guest

who lingers and exhausts

with endless conversation,

I long to take its sweaty hand

in mine...

lead it to the door

and in most certain tones

ask it to leave.