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Where Sweat Marks The Spot

Updated on June 20, 2012

Trial And Error

I write with passion as I feel the sweat drip down the front of my face

The window open and no breeze to be found

With the temperature rising I reach for a glass of ice cold water to refresh my spirit

My words are dry and my thoughts our stuck on what it is like to be tough

To carry on when things don't go easy

To rub my face and think cool thoughts just isn't enough

I can feel my heart beat slow and my shirt clinging to my chest

I think of last week when the weather was cool and what little hair I have blew in the wind

Smiling as I did and laughing was easy

I could write with direction and purpose

Now I lose my train of thought and if I am not careful I will soon be derailed

Smashed to pieces and beyond repair

As I look at my cat she has found refuge on the floor

Laying near the door

She looks at me with wide eyes and wonder

If she could talk she would probably say come here next to me

Where it is cooler and you can rest

I watched her lay on a damp bath towel

That I had tossed on the floor when I came out of the shower

All happy as she rolled from side to side

Now I type with my fingers sticking to the keys

It has to be 97 degrees and climbing

I must concentrate and focus on one thought

As I clear my thoat like it had a knot

I lean against the pillow that I have tucked inbetween me and my chair

For back support now sliding beneath my seat

I feel it is also trying to escape and make a clean get away

For today is the most humid and unbearable to stay

I remember times of swimming in the neighbors pool

When the water was icy cold and even frigid

My body had chills going up and down my spine

Goose pumps from head to toe

Ahh what I would give to be there now

I rub my eyes as they become blurry and weary of any good thought

I will stop and call my mother before it is too late

We will share stories of our day

Then and only then will I have found a new meaning to joy that takes me away

To a better life when I was more comfortable and happy

Like two children playing with a garden hose all soaking wet

We giggle and laugh out loud where only pleasure is our purpose


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      DREAM ON 5 years ago

      raciniwa I do make mistakes and use the wrong words sometimes thanks for checking my writings so I can only make them better.Summer is here.

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      raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

      uh, uh...upon reading the title i was thinking what sweat is that?hmn...good for your cat...she sure is enjoying...great too is very hot...

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      DREAM ON 5 years ago

      pennyofheaven You are so right.I am glad we can see the same thing.Have a goood morning.

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      pennyofheaven 5 years ago from New Zealand

      It is amazing how weather can sometimes affect our mood. Great descriptive poem!