[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.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Posted by
Labels:
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
14 comments:
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?
Oh, yes, I can empathise with this!
Very tight language. I appreciate very much the sentiments expressed in the poem!
"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!
Thanks so much, Gautami, Lirone, Christine, and Rob! I'm delighted you like it.
I like the soggier and boggier reference!
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!
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
Thanks, Angie. I'm glad I participated this week. Stop by anytime.
"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".
I felt the dampness to the core of my being but was then was soothed by the lovely images in the second verse.
thanks, odessa. the demanding line - i was pretty pleased with that if i do say so myself.
hello, watermaid. thanks.
A really great poem, masterfully done. Water can stand for so many things, can't it?
Thank you, Philo.
Post a Comment