July 7, 2016

Friday Poetry: Monsoon


is an artist's thickly-laden paint-brush,
dabbing this
and that
shade of green,
a sea of green green green
until eyes yearn
for an island of iridescence to
be marooned upon.

is memory of rain ghosting up
from moist tarmac, defying gravity:
redolent of crushed, damp
leaves, flowers, fruit,
happily percolating your dreams,
pillows smelling of petri-chor,
its fragrance migrating into your hair.

is a bare gray prarie landscape,
where nothing and everything grows,
where rains root in a parallel universe,
birthing the beginning of forests,
a novel which will never end,
which will keep on growing
and growing.

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