hottest day
only the yellow
of a buttercup
is holding steady
everything else
is wilted
looking about ready
to die
the sun’s no friend
he’s set his mind
to burning
I’d try to look him in the eye
but I think
that he would leave me
blind
the shade
beneath the oak tree
is a world
in a cocoon
the temperature in there
is set to
ahhh
the lake
is not so far away
a little later
I think I’ll go in
talk to the sun
in bubbles
from underwater
a small breeze
ruffles leaves
up high
if it should decide
to visit
a little lower
maybe
maybe
we’ll survive
to the end
of the day
© Frank Prem, 2017
Poem #07: let the runners run
Frank Prem Poetry 
talk to the sun
in bubbles
from underwater
oooh now that is delicious and unexpected – great great stanza – and it really makes the poem – love the placement and how this whole piece unfolds – well done Frank! 😀
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Thanks Pat. Seems like the only good way to do it today.
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🙂
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Really enjoyed this poem!
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Thank you, I’m glad. It’s a warm one over here, for sure.
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You’re wise not to look at the sun in the eye. I couldn’t even point my lense into its eye without getting glare… sorry to go off the subject. I tend to do that. It’s called free association, right? From my training. Love your poem!
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Thanks Miriam – digress away!
Cheers, F~
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🙂 🙂
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