The Summer Heatwaves

As I poke and prod
First week of the year
It is quite a dilemma
No words will appear

My overactive mind
Full with this and that
Maybe its the weather
My poems seem flat

With energy flagging
In the hot stifling heat
As each day passes
I lost my bouncy beat

Mind feeling frazzled
As another day turns
Temperatures climb
The searing sun burns

As a bushfire blazes
Smoke drifts the sky
The trees blackened
Land barren and dry

Summer heatwaves
Its no cooler at night
Sweat upon my brow
With no relief in sight

Hope ©2003