Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Drenched

[Read Write Poem provided Read Write Image promt #5. The image brought out this poem.]


Drenched

I pout at the gray winter rain, at the drip,
drip, drip in the living room, at the cold
wind-whipped drops flung against my west
window. I pout at the yard getting soggier
and boggier and I feel the mold
growing on my winter soul.

I demand water on my own terms! Give me
mist from a breathtaking waterfall to refresh me on a fierce
summer day. I insist on a steamy hot bath with a closed
door and a good book. I need to coast north in the warm
Gulf Stream with Caribbean fishes at my side.




14 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

It is always a pleasure to read your poetry. Or prose for that matter.

"Give me
mist from a breathtaking waterfall to refresh me on a fierce
summer day"

Wonderful...


booking through myth or reality?

Lirone said...

Oh, yes, I can empathise with this!

christine said...

Very tight language. I appreciate very much the sentiments expressed in the poem!

rob kistner said...

"I feel the mold growing on my winter soul"

Living in the Pacific Northwest, I know that feeling far too well. ;)

"Give me mist from a breathtaking waterfall to refresh me on a fierce
summer day."


I love the pace and rhythm of that line. As Gautami astutely noted... wonderful!

sister AE said...

Thanks so much, Gautami, Lirone, Christine, and Rob! I'm delighted you like it.

SweetTalkingGuy said...

I like the soggier and boggier reference!

sister AE said...

Thanks, Andy. That was inspired by the 5 inches of rain we got last Thursday. We didn't get the freezing rain that brought down trees and power lines, but it made me feel moldy anyway!

therer2doors said...

Hello, sister AE!

Wonderful wordplay!

"I pout at the yard getting soggier"
Love it!
I'm new here but so glad I stopped by; your work made my visit a pleasure!

~Angie

sister AE said...

Thanks, Angie. I'm glad I participated this week. Stop by anytime.

odessa said...

"i demand water on my own terms" - my sentiments exactly. this is such a wonderful poem. i also love the phrase "mold growing on my winter soul".

watermaid said...

I felt the dampness to the core of my being but was then was soothed by the lovely images in the second verse.

sister AE said...

thanks, odessa. the demanding line - i was pretty pleased with that if i do say so myself.

hello, watermaid. thanks.

"Philo" said...

A really great poem, masterfully done. Water can stand for so many things, can't it?

sister AE said...

Thank you, Philo.