Monsoon Bleeding
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Can you smell the dusty rain?
Do you gulp its fluid pain?
Does it grip your soul’s delight?
Does lightening flash your eyes?
The Monsoon has come.
Can you taste the rainy musk?
Do you gasp with cloudy lust?
Does it rip your soul in half,
As, too quickly, it goes past?
The Monsoon has bled.
Do you see the rainy cold
On horizons dark and bold?
Does it strip your mind to know
without rain your soul can’t grow?
The Monsoon has fled.
Do you feel like you’re in hell?
Can you grasp you’re just a shell?
Does it trip your mind to be
left behind to face the heat?
The Monsoon has won, again.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 7/23/05
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I enjoy how you lend a personality to the weather, it makes it more personable...Ed
So vividly and effectively penned you draw the reader right into the heart of the Monsoon.
Two very powerful lines:
Does it strip your mind to know
without rain your soul can’t grow?
Superb write Erin :)
warm hugs
Elga
Thank you for your most beautiful review it is truly appreciated :)
Love Tinka
Can you smell the dusty rain?
Do you gulp its fluid pain?
Does it grip your soul's delight?
Does lightening flash your eyes?
It does, in your vividly described imagery--BRAVA! The monsoon comes to life. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Do you gulp its fluid pain?
Does it grip your soul’s delight?
Does lightening flash your eyes?
fantastic write....great great title....BHUWAN!!!
Reindeer