I’m waiting for it to be October again,
when you’ll come home with sunshine bright;
the skies will finally wipe all the rain.
Streetsides will throb with yellow vein,
weeds will bloom, splay brilliance on night
I’m waiting for it to be October again-
for autumn to declare her cinnamon reign
and swallows to flutter in wishful delight;
the skies will finally wipe all the rain.
I wonder if our first kiss will be insane,
taste salt, or caramel- my darling knight?
I’m waiting for it to be October again,
and I’ll become a song, warm joys retain
grow wings, and fly in the glowing light
the skies will finally wipe all the rain.
My heart will forget this gangrenous pain
when you’ll come home with sunshine bright.
I’m waiting for it to be October again,
for the skies to finally wipe all the rain.
©Mohana Das
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This leaves me dizzy and breathless! such beauty, such power, such cadence, such rich imagery…and beautiful rhyming pattern.
I agree, it reads and flows beautifully.
I love this poem. I’m waiting for Oct also, but it’s because it’ll be cooler. Come to think of it, I like your reason better… Regards.
Thanks, Sandra.
Sometimes it does get tough, this waiting for people we love.
Really beautiful write and love how you have used the first verse to end this lovely write.
Let it be October for … always!
Fabulous use of words.
Oops! I meant …..
Let it be October for you … always!
There is just not enough good villanelle being done anymore, and this is the good stuff–solid rhythmically, well-paced, constant narrative stream without any hint of clumsiness. Fine, fine stuff.
Thank you so much!
wow, gangrenous pain. very beautiful pining.
“for autumn to declare her cinnamon reign
and swallows to flutter in wishful delight;”
I like that.
–coal (Fireblossom)
I love this. We are waiting for October here too…with baited breath.
I loved this …a beautiful poem….
This is really beautiful. Thank you.
This is so beautiful Mohana. I too love fall. This line speaks so well of October ~ “for autumn to declare her cinnamon reign”
Blow me a way with a villanelle so full of anticipatory and remembered joy that: “My heart will forget this gangrenous pain” only when October is here and the tears are gone. I hope this happens sooner than later as gangrene can spread wit multiple amputations. O! Be whole again.
I want to take this poem and hold her in my arms and twirl her into dizzy intoxication. Just lovely.
Thats such a lovely compliment. Thank you!
These lines are awesome:
“for autumn to declare her cinnamon reign”
“I wonder if our first kiss will be insane,
taste salt, or caramel- my darling knight?”
“My heart will forget this gangrenous pain”
Always go for surprise elements. So key in poetry. You do it well, my friend. 🙂
Thank you so very much!! 🙂
Nice blog