The Monsoon Has Landed

Like giant steel pincers, clouds rise out of the Arabian Sea, grab the sun by his flaxen hair, force open his mouth and yank out his blazing golden fangs. In the ensuing vapid gloom, the sightless wind, like a marauding elephant, searches for her lost shadow.

Nature leans against a prostrating coconut palm and fills her scrap book with new images- the thirsty rain sinking into the cracked lips of the fevered earth, valiant little feet testing the profundity of dimpled puddles, ancient rivers lecturing fresh waves on the painful depths of the next abyss…

Does she pause, quill propped on the disappearing horizon, when she sees him huddled under the leaky canopy the old Peepal tree? Does she know him- last year’s homeless man, still staring at the lighted window across the flooded street?

ripped from a notebook
that reckless paper boat
my first poem weeping in the rain

Kerala, India
24/6/15: Linked to Dverse Poets

44 thoughts on “The Monsoon Has Landed

  1. This is written like you swept the desk clean of itensils first, sending glasses, plates, mementos and coffee cups crashing to the floor – a very difficult style, and you pulled it off! – how could it be doubted you could! And………… Kerala, my beautiful Kerala…

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    1. Thank you… Kerala tourism boasts the tagline “God’s own country” and the beaches, backwaters and the fish curry do live up to that moniker πŸ™‚ We have such mixed feelings here when the monsoon finally arrives .. made it easy to write this!


  2. Creative take on the monsoon. The first part has a violence to it that parallels the monsoon, and contrasts nice with the scrapbook/kinda relief feel of the next. I rather have a thing for paperboats – nostalgia I guess. Ha.

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  3. I enjoyed the prose, specially the opening verses, very fast-paced as the marauding elephant ~ For the haiku part, (imho) I would have liked a trimmed down version or even a contrast for drama ~ You are a versatile writer & congrats for being featured over at Poets United ~


  4. i do hope she knows him and stops in time… nature has such power and if you see how people get homeless in a storm – so tough – that poem weeping in the rain is a powerful image

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  5. Rains with eyes of forever.. same intent.. same desire
    ever wet with love for all.. oh.. to imply that
    rains are less than Love.. no matter
    how forceful.. soft.. or long
    they fall.. is never to
    know nature
    Evil hurricanes
    or Monsoons
    or puddles of
    nasty mud
    only exist
    in human


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