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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Ha. This was fun. It went a bunch of different ways.
Maked in the rain sounds fun, soaked in sound. I love playing in the rain.
Dancing in the puddles. So that is just another step.
Think I would def be willing to build a boat over waiting.
I remember you saying yesterday you wrote a piece on Charleston.
Think I will look for that one too.
Thanks X. There are so many thoughts on my mind that I’m sure it came out in the writing. When we are naked we’re our truest selves. No hiding. From ourselves or others.
Build a boat out of anything you can find, smiles ~ I specially like the turn in the ending, riding the waves to freedom ~
Thanks Grace. I like that image too. 🙂
I love the imagery in this and your word choice is wonderful. I like that the rescuers are “waylaid.” Perhaps they’ll never come, but we can be brave, I know we can. Peace, Linda
Thanks so much Linda. Certain words are treats to use. One of my favorites. Yes, we must be brave in spite of the monsoons that continually rain down.
We can build a boat
And ride the waves to freedom
Loved the closing lines.. such a beautiful write 😀
Thank you!
I like the last 3 lines.
Thanks Lila.
I say build a boat to freedom..may the wind be with you in your journey..
We all need to build it together though.
rhythm of the reign – made me go back and read the beginning of the poem again.. works at multiple levels!
I was hoping it would! 🙂
It worked very well.. nicely done!
Thank you kindly!
Naked in the rain…unafraid, unashamed.A brave piece this is. Riding the wave to freedom. And I do not mean this flippantly, I immediately started singing Love Train….start a love train…let’s get on board. Yes ma’am….let that pure rain wash all the ugly out of our hearts. Most excellent I hope that wave gets bigger and bigger.
That is one of my favorite songs! There is nothing flippant about that tune. Love your whole comment. Thanks for getting it.
I love the changing moods as you experienced the storm, imagining the phases of the monsoon. Particularly, I like “washes away our masks” and “The rhythm of the reign is upon us”.
Thanks for your comment and visit Dorianna!
sometimes it’s a good thing when the masks are washed away – and needs some wisdom to decide whether to wait for the rescuers or board a boat…probably i would go for the boat option..
Hi Claudia. Being proactive regarding ones survival is key. The boat it is.
A rain that washes away our masks. I like the concept of such a rain, there is a freshness there, and building that boat is something almost metaphoric of the monsoon.. Maybe that’s how we should live through ordeals.
Bjorn, I saw in my mind’s eye an image of masks and cleansing water and that line took hold. I agree that is how we should live.
I loved it–and for all the reasons already mentioned here.
Thank you kindly, Dell.
Most welcome.
nice pairing of the romance of the monsoon with it’s dangers…I suppose much like true love can be wonderful…but love that is no more than lust can be quite destructive.
I’m glad you liked it Bryan. Thank you.
I hadn’t considered that a monsoon could have political undertones – but I am now enlightened – nice 🙂
Thank you!
Ah.. the world waits for saviors.. creates super heroes by the dozen
for our perusal.. oh.. but each human is a drop of Monsoon Love
just waiting to explode as seed of living
naked human life..
no longer clothed
by illusions of shame..
guilt.. regret.. over what we
are as simple
loving
empathic
creatures..
strong we are together
locked in arms of warmth..
weak we are
separate
in seeds
that never
sprout…
We Love as
Garden..
we fall
unwatered
by
Well
of
Monsoon Love..:)
This was beautiful. I like the idea of poetry linking us together.
Thanks.. as far as i know there is no better way.. smiles..:)
I agree.
I do so love how this ended.
Thank you Candy. I like hopeful endings. 🙂