Violet and the puzzling day of heat

[Queen of Rain]

Violet and the puzzling day of heat


It’s turning humid
The smell of the violets
Is far to strong
Nauseating heat
Strikes against me
As I open the window
To breathe some fresh air

Inside its blackened
And I do detest him
And all he stand for
But green faith arises
As he talks about her

Do not take me wrong
He could as well leave
But the humid weather
Makes music into buzz
Like bees on the veranda
Violet too strong

I just do not want to know them
The details he shares
I puzzle myself
In this midsummerday
I do not envy her conquer
She picked up the trash
But that green faith arises
As he prefers her

(Even if I hate him
I was comforted by his admiration)

Now he compares us
And the violets strangle me
I want the admiration, nothing else
From him outside, that I cannot stand
Humid thunder of strangling colours
I open the window
To get some air

[frontpagenews]

I like the imagery in this peom its different the violets is pretty cool stuff.

[Pseudomuse]

the imagery of violets and the pressure of heat comes through very well in this poem. nice job. I like the last stanz the best. You might want to spell check some stuff, more like plurals, and consider using punctuation in it. but otherwise bellisimo!

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