A sunlit sky of changing colors
from dusk till dawn, emitting
plasma of neon lights
receives no preferential treatment here,
for people have long back learned
the art of remaining unaffected
by the glorious sun
All day, all night multilateral,
loosely stacked white cocoons of
cherished persistent clouds,
left half eaten and abandoned for
an intermittent drizzle,
the reigning rain overshadowing
mountains and greens in a gray luster.
No rush to uncover the misty veil
in a pursuit to defy nature,
fog offers a clear vision
while mist embraces spirited dance
Nothing seems to dampen the spirit of
walking silhouettes, dew drops of rain
prisoners in their palms, patiently waiting
to transform into pearls of pure joy
an illogical happiness personified
A total reversal of nature, here in Seattle
as the meek sun in the winters, while
suffering unthinkable ignominy,
tries hard to make its presence felt through
unyielding clouds wandering with wanton oblivion
Who needs the bright, blinding glare?
when time released brief affair with the sun
seems enough to keep the latent heat going.
As for the rain, a constant companion,
offers its own soul cleansing rhythm.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!