Poem-A-Day: Day 196

Sonnet #46 (Sun, Sin, Salvation)

The sun blazes hot hands down, a strangling
noose that tugs in jarring motions skyward
and leaves me like a crippled leaf dangling
in the blistering wind, a wave absurd
that closely resembles the ticking sway
of the pendulous swing. One single drop
of sweat rolls down the spine as if to say
the words oppressive heat has failed to swap.
And as the single bead proceeds to toe,
I’m reminded of just why I’m hanging
and not doing what it was I should. So
now instead, I’m left here heat haranguing.
  The sun, forever bully beating down
  seems nothing but annoying as a clown.