Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: “Hot time in ye ole pub tonight!”
(posted by Lillian)
“Lillian here, delighted to host today’s Poetics. It’s summer time in Boston and I’ve been thinking a lot about the word temperature and how I’ve related to that word across continents, moods and years.
So – it’s time to gauge your temperature – Marilyn Monroeish as in Some Like It Hot, or however the muse blows your creative juices. Somehow, your poem for today’s poetics should relate to the word temperature.”
If the Acme Thermometer Company
was in charge, balls of blood
red would be leaping out of
the tops of thermometers,
as the boiling point was
exceeded. I watch outdoor
workers in wonder–landscapers,
cement workers, construction
crews. Everyone complains
they cannot live without
air-conditioning. The outdoor
workers have stopped listening.
The Acme Thermometer Company
is hard at work.
Leaping balls of blood read really stand out
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Well, you know the Acme companies always do things with a bang.
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They specialize in very distinctive gadgets
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Oh my…I was seeing the Mercury red blob rising in a thermometer. We still use one of those even though so many have gone to the digital. And oh yes…my heart goes out to those who must work outdoors in extreme temperatures!
I liked your take on the prompt.
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Thanks, Lillian! The digital ones are not always accurate.
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Those “blobs” made this SO vivid, Sara!
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Thanks, De!
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It is amazing how people can work in the heat. However, sometimes the air-conditioning seems so cold in public buildings I can’t wait to get back outside again. Until I realize how hot it is.
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I am the same way.
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