we are tired of moisture
all over reticulations
and the greyed sky of
cancerous nacre overhead
the buds are full-
amorous rubies lacquered-
the edges curl outwards
holding cold anxiety
we stare at bleached barks
eucalyptic summers lost
and tea-tree oils heavy,
the atmosphere dank, liquored
slowly fear trudges in
there are whispers, screams
the rains have broken shores
overwhelming existence
soon these roots will decay
we will fall off, orphaned
washed away, helpless
somewhere in oblivion
as a last prayer we
sing to you, o Almighty-
have mercy, please
soak our earth no more
©Mohana Das
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I love your choice of words, and how each stanza can almost stand alone with the images and feelings the convey.
Thank you, Danny!! 🙂
“eucalyptic summers lost”
That’s incredibly beautiful.
intriguing…here we would be the ones praying for rain…asking the almighty to cut the heat and drought…def like those eucalyptic summers lost…
I might just send in a little your way!! 🙂
Beautifully done–I am with Brian, praying for rain.
Lovely capture…and as Brian said here we need rain desperately.
oh i so feel that song, that plea..we had way too much rain this summer…and i’m afraid one day it’s over and we have to wait a whole year until it returns with new hope..
Oh, I would gladly take that extra rain! Fantastic imagery here. Your vocabulary is so diverse!
Perfect choice of words …I love it !
Oh, I know the feeling… it hasn’t stopped raining here in weeks! “the greyed sky of
cancerous nacre overhead” that really resonated for me….beautifully written piece 🙂
this is beautifully sad, and I was so struck by how opposite from what we have here… we all lament the extremes that hit so hard, whatever they are
very poetical, Mohana – only a few weeks ago i was echoing your prayers, only more prosaically 😉
a vivid, poetically floating verse. i enjoy the way you used the words ‘lacquered’ and ‘liquored’ here. oh and i wish you send a bit of your rains to where i am, we haven’t had it for more than a month.. thanks for sharing!:)
Aahh..floods! And then there is hope… always some hope.. rising, then snubbed, then rising again…
What a beautiful and evocative write, Mohana! Awesome!
Praying for all of you living with the floods, Mohana!
You paint a very lovely and torturous picture of unending rain. Your words covey the pain of nature quite beautifully.
These floods are terrible. It’s not supposed to be that way. We could wish you could transfer the clouds our way – we’re living in a burning desert where going through the door is like walking into a baking oven..blasting us back to airconditioned accommodations.
The poem is lyrical and almost prayerful. Beautiful.
A wonderful layering of words and images to create atmosphere.
Wonderful choice of words and images. One aspect of this that I especially love is how you weave in the sense of smell.
(Send some of that rain our way!)
We pray here for rain and the sun to stop its baking while you pray for rain to cease. “eucalyptic summers lost” what an intriguing phrase.
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i am praying for moisture!
Wonderful contrast to here, where we are begging for it to rain!
“soon these roots will decay
we will fall off, orphaned”
love the picture these lines brought
Oh! the beauty of rains. Well captured.
I want rain.. I understand the plight of the leaflet, but it’s damn hot here otherwise 😉
Thank you, all!!! 🙂
Awesome and should say you actually redfine words and compel the reader to actually visualize the text…beautiful. I hope God will hear your prayer..