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Petrachor
by Laurie DuncanSouthern noons langour on peeling porches,
unwelcome as stray dogs and odorous;
ladies do not complain, but flutter
with fanning leaves like expiring flowers.
Heat fills every pore with steam,
presses the shadows half-starved of rest.
Unpaid workers in cheap plaid shirts pause
to light cigarettes, shake off dust,
and look up to the blue drained gray.
And with those first unexpected drops,
the sun-parched streets exhale with a force,
the way my mouth hungers for you. 08/18/2008 Posted on 08/19/2008
Copyright © 2024 Laurie Duncan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 08/19/08 at 11:32 AM ... an excellent write... I loved the word choice and useage..... |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 08/19/08 at 10:09 PM This has a slow southern drawl narration sound in my head, and it lingers even after I have quit reading, leaving me longing for lemonade and a shade tree...great word usage and form. smh |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 08/31/08 at 09:19 AM I love every*thing about this poem. The force it exhales in closure is divine. Oh! such a POTD to welcome this sun-day. Congrats.
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| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 08/31/08 at 01:19 PM You realy painted a scene with this one. Great.
Congratulations on POTD! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/31/08 at 02:51 PM Wow! How did I miss this one? Congrats on POTD. Some of my favorite phrases - "peeling porches", "shadows half-starved of rest", "the blue drained gray", and of course the two last lines. |
| Posted by Melanie J Yarbrough on 08/31/08 at 07:12 PM so many lovely images-- the first ("peeling porches") had me hooked. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/31/08 at 10:51 PM Congratulations on POTD! A well word drawn picture of a sounthern summer day. The last line a bit jarring on the mind--making the connection. |
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