about a hot day

today, the heat chronicles
the tale of years past,

            cracking streets into scars
that seek and speak the tongue
of our collective ignorance.

my body is wet in the brittle wind,
malleable to the textures of carbon
and sawmill dust, as if in a charred
photograph (going monochrome).

how do i picture a paradise of
poetic plenitude, when i find
the earth splitting open (cracks/
whips/holes), on this sweat-laden,
blue-spotted, anticlimactic day?

.
© Anmol Arora

Day 21
(Inter)National Poetry Month

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2 thoughts on “about a hot day

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    “how do i picture a paradise of poetic plenitude, when i find the earth splitting open (cracks/ whips/holes), on this sweat-laden, blue-spotted, anticlimactic day?” Gosh such powerful word-smiting in this one, Anmol! ❤️ Alas according to the weather report .. the temperature is only about to get worse 😯😯

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  2. Kerry says:

    This poem is filled with amazing textures, Anmol. And asks the right question round about now. How do we continue to seek the poetry in a marred world.. and why?

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