Much of what is written here is poetry, but there are prose pieces interspersed, all written by Michael Wayne Holland. Also, there are blog entries from further back about living with post traumatic stress disorder. Full range of topics are fleshed, much based on life experiences, and much observed and imagined. I believe there is an internal truth to the writings, fiction or non-fiction.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Summer
Summer
Blistering heat
Humidity sparing no one
Stealing breath
And the air conditioner
Hums my tune
As I sit in front of it
Air spraying cool sunshine
On overexposed pores
The sweat now dissipating
And my brother scowls
Because I am absorbing
Pure delicious coolness
While he sits and sputters
"Move out of the way!"
"We all need to cool off!"
So I step aside
Looking outdoors
Noticing the hyacinth
They don't seem particularly flustered
By unbearable salty heat
In fact
They radiate
Smiling at me
Flirting
Purring
Beckoning me to join them
But I am too smart
To listen to the coo
Of some flattering flower
I stay inside
Lying behind the couch
Just under the slice
Of frosty Heaven
And I hope
That tomorrow
Brings wealthy thunderstorms
Glowering their disapproval
Of that monstrous citrus sun
That has dominated days on end
Making itself felt
Known
Forgiving nothing
But I yearn
For now
The rain will pour
Weeping in sheer delight
While we meager mortals
Thrill
Rejoice
In a cool day
Just one cool day
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