When the drops of rain shall deign
to cease descending on my land,
harken they shall not just vane
most sunrise but too days most bland.
Surely I shall miss most sorely
the scent of warm and humid earth,
and of my darling sweating only
to have my kisses fulfill her dearth.
Hard has been this monsoon dear,
dark have been my noons so grey,
but then I recall light so near
has never made more lifeless clay.
Pools shall linger, stand and wait
for all those steps of playful lovers,
wilted feet to warmth shall mate
and sun in greatest sight discover,
no more drops of earnest thought
nor ripple shall those mirror moons,
and all those days I dearly sought
shall depart with our last monsoon.
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“The season of showers has ended alas, but I wonder what I shall miss the most.”
i love it
Thank you.
Beautifully written,nonetheless!
Thank you.
Absolutely beautiful. An over-and-over-again read.
Thank you very much, you’re too kind.
Another wonderfully-crafted poem by none other than the Master of Elegance himself. They are so inviting, “Come, spend hours and hours reading pure bliss.”
Alas… I shall never write my books, for at your poems go all my looks.
Hahaha I have been called many things, but the Master of Elegance I fear is not among those terms. You are too kind, and I thank you for your kind words. I am utterly flattered.
Regards.
how poetic 🙂
And how thoughtful of you.
I love it all but the words “mirror moons”; this was a great thought. Ann
Thank you Ann, as always, a delight conversing with you.
This scans with a beautiful cadence and rhyme. The language is delicate for the severe topic and this contrast adds perfectly to the overall voice and tone. Very elegant poetry, well done.
Thank you Mike, what would plaudit be without your gentle words.
I love it
Thank you Joanna, I’m glad you do.
Lovely, even for one who doesn’t live in the monsoon areas. Powerful poetry. 🙂
Thank you Brenda, always a pleasure to incite vicariousness.
🙂
Read several times. Thank you. Great work.
No, it is I who must thank you.
I love the rhythm of it…like rain itself.
Thank you, and what a wonderful analogy?!
“Pools shall linger, stand and wait
for all those steps of playful lovers…”
This reminds me of something. Something I read, or perhaps dreamed of, a long time ago. Beautiful, beautiful images!
Thank you Andron, you’re too kind.