And for the last Poetry Tuesday offering this November, the prompt is ‘Blue’ – sky, sea, mood, music, sapphires, ink – blue is where poems begin! Blue was also the soul of my first poetry collection ‘Water to Water‘
Here’s my poem for the prompt today. Share yours using the Mister Linky widget below. Thanks to all those who’ve been part of this series with their thoughts and poems. Maybe we’ll do another one sometime soon!
On the other side of rain
The rain comes first and then the darkness,
then the fear, then the silence – louder than
the rain on glass and tile, darker than the
night, afraid of itself, holding me like a long
lost lover. If you were here, I would tell you
there are sixteen types of quiet. In fifteen of
them, I talk to you without saying a word. A
yellow chrysanthemum describing itself to
a moonless sky. Tonight, you speak and I
point to my ear and shake my hand, you are
too far away – on the other side of rain, at the
beginning of a protracted monsoon. Silence
breathes hard, holding my face in its hands.
Isn’t conversation easier when someone is
actually talking? The blue sky explaining to
the blue lake why they are both colourless.
This is really, really good. I can’t point to anything that shone (brighter than the piece as a whole) – as it is all just so uniformly superlative. A pleasure to read. THIS IS POETRY
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Thanks so much, Wendy.
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I wonder why silence is so out of breath…
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Your words, “you are/too far away – on the other side of rain” makes me sad to think of the separation of two individuals. But it’s still an okay kid of sadness, Rajani, thank you.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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What a weaver of words you are! Each one chosen carefully, each one put in its proper place. Not one superfluous word, either on this side or the other side of rain. Ahh…
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Thanks so much 🙂
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I agree with everyone else, this is a beautiful poem Rajani. I particularly liked the idea of 16 types of quiet as there is so much we can say without uttering one word.
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Thanks so much, Robin.
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“A yellow chrysanthemum describing itself to a moonless sky” – beautiful line. I feel the trap of silence – the isolation – and yet also all the things that are better said without a sound…things that are spoiled by words.
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Thanks so much, H!
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“a yellow chrysanthemum describing itself to a moonless sky….” How beautiful! I love this poem, and the fifteen ways you communicate without speaking.
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Thanks so much, Sherry.
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There are so many textures to quiet. The softness of a companionable quiet is light years away from the cold quiet of the void.
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Absolutely!!
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Silence can be so verbose- and you exemplified it perfectly here. I’ll be joining you soon on your Tuesdays.
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Thanks so much, Vivian. I will bring back Poetry Tuesday sometime in the new year, possibly mid Jan with new prompts! Look forward to your participation!
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👍🏽
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My goodness this is good! Especially love; “Silence breathes hard, holding my face in its hands.”
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Thanks so much, Sanaa.
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This is a beautiful poem, Rajani! I especially love the lines:
‘…In fifteen of
them, I talk to you without saying a word. A
yellow chrysanthemum describing itself to
a moonless sky’
and
‘The blue sky explaining to
the blue lake why they are both colourless.’
By the way, I’m sorry for posting late, but I’ve been ill.
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Thanks so much, Kim. Hope you get better soon! Take care. Warm wishes from this part of the world!
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Thank you, Rajani!
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Lovely. I’ve been re-reading it over and over, just cos I don’t want it to stop. I think it’s close to perfection. (And I am late again. Always so otherwise occupied on Tuesdays. Will invoke my Muse now.)
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Thanks so much, Rosemary. And I hope the muse delivers!
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Yes! 🙂
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Perfect!!!
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How I hoped to participate, when you announced these prompts…But I was there in thought Rajani, and read your beautiful and moving contributions. And THIS poem really moves me. Because I ask the same question about some of my communications, “Isn’t a conversation easier when someone is actually talking?” Thank you for the gift of words.🙏🏽
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Thank you, Khaya! Glad you enjoyed the poems. Now that November is done, time to move on to other poetry goals 🙂
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This is beautifully moving.
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Thanks so much, Cindy!
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This is so vivid and lively and kinetic, even with the silent subject matter. I especially liked this part:
” I talk to you without saying a word. A
yellow chrysanthemum describing itself to
a moonless sky. Tonight, you speak and I
point to my ear and shake my hand, you are
too far away – on the other side of rain, at the
beginning of a protracted monsoon.”
I really enjoyed this.
I’m hesitant to participate myself, as most of my poems accidentally come in a blue hue.
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Thank you, Barry. Am glad you liked this poem.
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“holding me like a long
lost lover”
. . . . “Silence
breathes hard, holding my face in its hands.”
I think its easier to use words to in bright daylight, but at night and in the rain, I might opt for touching, finding, loving . . . . or sometimes, just remembering. Sigh.
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Communication – any which way it happens- is preferable to silence, I suppose 🙂 For a person who spends long hours alone in front of the computer, attempting to write, I like conversation when I surface 🙂 Just not too much of it!!! Sigh!!!!
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