after 5// humid 38 outside, no way to follow the moskva

my colleague writes “i’ll leave at 30 C”

i can’t, instead
—————shift dates across the screen
—-tiny sail boats
———-in an aching sea,

cooking, clipped onto to do’s & i,
sweaty fist the pen– roW,

seminar reQuests, & X a million windOws,
fish-swim, open mouth —
leaving poP — P(l)ing bubbles on my desk,

dive up, shells & sand,
wrinkled skin, toes en-tangled (in) seaweed
as he stops by my desk– area management,
walks in — a lioness, rOAring,
toward day’s end, AC unplugged,

(one gulp), jump, swallow whole countries,
patches of East Europe, CZ,  Russia,
Moscow on my tongue with golden roof caps
glistening lazy in the evening sunshine,
balalaika- tunes on smog-stuffed streets,
rollercoast looped veins into my brain,

&somewhere– in the distance

clap, clap earth-hands. dark eyed
petruschka in red-frilled blouse, daNcing,
bearded men cheer her up,
(i need a dress like this),
want music to free fall from saffron spindling,
bulbous spires, sunsets, vodka stains
where thighs meet— the moskva

“it’s the heat” i say, shut my mouth
with a light whiff– all sounds blend out,

“wanna talk about that 4MEuro project, right?”
“yeah, & translating the kyrillian parts for you”
“very good, let’s–“

“you look dreamy”, he says,
“oh, i’m always– close to one, you know–“,
pull out the schedule, &

we stick our heads together,
sketch, decide& there’s no spare space
on my pen, to chew, yet
sense– from the bottom

of my burning hips its slow-mo pull
(like in a ferris’ wheel
——perpetual rotating dream)

&through a distant haze,

——— —laughter from gorky park

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smiles…it’s summer…finally…and over at dVerse we’re writing summer heat, mirage, fata morgana, heat illusions, a blend between reality and daydream… pub doors open at 3pm EST

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48 responses to “after 5// humid 38 outside, no way to follow the moskva

  1. X a million windOws, ha…sounds like you need a fire hyrant spraying a shower to keep cool claudy….love the swallowing whole countries and the texture you give it…you have a bit of a magical dream going on in the dancing..that slo mo pull like the ferris wheel too…ha…escape, escape, go find an ice cube to melt…smiles.

  2. Sweltering heat of summer can be most testing. Yes, mirage and make believes dancing in front of our eyes.. We have it here all year in our part of the world. A bane to the long haul heavy vehicles that may veer off on account of sleepy drivers. Nicely! Claudia!

    Hank

  3. Really hard to concentrate on anything serious (like work) when it is sooooo hot, for sure. I haven’t had anything to complain about here, unlike LAST year. And at the moment it is very pleasant!

  4. I can relate to that type of heat. Wish my mind wandered like that though, creating fantasy images that take me to exotic places. As always, i’m fascinated with the images your mind conjures. This poem certainly was dreamy, speck;ed with reality. Wonderful. Have a good weekend Claudia.

  5. Hottttt! I love this stanza especially:
    “clap, clap earth-hands. dark eyed
    petruschka in red-frilled blouse, daNcing,
    bearded men cheer her up,
    (i need a dress like this),
    want music to free fall from saffron spindling,
    bulbous spires, sunsets, vodka stains
    where thighs meet— the moskva”

    I have been to this place…

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  7. This is a little more spacey than usual, Claudia, and neat to give that line to your narrator: “you look dreamy”, he says,
    “oh, i’m always– close to one, you know–“,
    I know. I love your dreamscapes, This one is more track-able than usual because of the moments of reality among the layers, each a jumping off place. I like it starting with the fishes and then the gulp swallowing the countries. After that everything seemed possible. Fun.

  8. A dreamscape fused with 30 degrees C that is somehow linked to your actual day, actual job, with your overheated imagination running wild; what a ride! Thanks.

  9. Love this, Claudia… especially:

    Moscow on my tongue with golden roof caps
    glistening lazy in the evening sunshine,
    balalaika- tunes on smog-stuffed streets,
    rollercoast looped veins into my brain,

  10. oh i like where your mind goes on a hot working day. beautifully penned – great imagery… may i borrow your mind when i sweat my work days away?

  11. You just blow me away with your writing. What do you do, if you don’t mind my asking. Living in Europe…where I always want to be. I definitely understood the undulating hips part. ;-O

  12. Just wonderful, conveying and actually demonstrating that leaking and blurring of the real and the dream.

  13. I can almost feel the heat…all those heat induced illusions…wonderful write as always Claudia but must say I do love autumn and winter where I live so beautifully mild… the summers are too hot for me. 🙂

  14. I love that in the depth of all of that heat and work, you never lose yourself,
    “you look dreamy”, he says,
    “oh, i’m always– close to one, you know–“,
    your words are always so beautifully crafted.

  15. Hi Claudia,

    Nice one , Coming to your space after ages I guess. It was nice reading , really this summer has made life miserable of ppl and above it the humidity factor.
    Rains are the like passing showers ..followed by a intense sun-sign.

    Lovely writing.

  16. I don’t know how you do it Claudia, but you sure do it well. I think you’ve outdone yourself- this is my new favorite of yours. Imagining yourself elsewhere at work is a pasttime unto itself, and this was a grand spectacle of writing. Weaving in and out of reality with lush imagery takes me right there. Some stand-outs for me were

    want music to free fall from saffron spindling,
    bulbous spires, sunsets, vodka stains
    where thighs meet— the moskva

    “it’s the heat” i say, shut my mouth
    with a light whiff– all sounds blend out

    and you look dreamy – such a great turn of phrase that desperately needs a comeback.

    What’s kyrillian, by the way?

    Amazing poem Claudia. =)

  17. Ha…just drove down from the mountains (Mammoth Lake) where temp was 75 F down to desert below 105 outside while driving…I think I like the cooler weather better…I’d rather dream than have a mirage induced by heat. 🙂

  18. Enjoy the sweltering heat with all it’s trimmings, C … it’ll be killing cold soon enough … Much love, cat.

  19. “(one gulp), jump, swallow whole countries,
    patches of East Europe, CZ, Russia,
    Moscow on my tongue”

    so great!

    I’ve just been introduced to your way with words (via Scott Carroll’s newsletter) and I look forward to reading more.