Today’s dVerse prompt subject is Monsoons.
Let’s linger here for a minute. What a lovely word. It conjures up thoughts of romance and mystery as our Poetics host talked about, but a monsoon can also cause destruction. How is it that we can find beauty in something dangerous?
Will you find some elegance in this piece? Let me know in the comments!
A discourse trickles sometimes
Getting to its audience slowly
And then drowning them in the aftermath of its storm
How much more can we take of this melodic monsoon
As it washes away our masks
There are no more places to hide
You have to wear boots to weather this terrain
But even then you’re not protected
The rhythm of the reign is upon us
No turning back
We must face this
Let get naked and walk through the droplets together
Soaking in sound, but drenched with doubt
We await the rescuers
But they have been waylaid
We must patch up the waterlogged exits
And wait out the tide of this contempt
Or if we are brave
We can build a boat
And ride the waves to freedom
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