We Awaken In The New Dry Day
Posted on January 2, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
You are like the missing rain
Only the mist has been caught in the trees
A thousand kisses fall to the ground
Mud has formed at my feet
I am on my hands
Tracing your lips
Wooden steps support me
The world is on stilts
Rivers run brown, slow to the touch
Roofs burn in the sunshine
The leaves fall too early
Reservoirs lie abandoned
I reach for the one green leaf
It is dust, your body
The rain is trapped within your mouth
Earth is the only blue, like bodies
My hand moves across skin
The new desert
The fruit opens the sound
A suckling in its own juices
A bed, with sheets built of seedlings
Which, I lie, in the wet spot
Seeping into the mattress
I pull the sheets under me
We awaken in the new dry day
Category: PoetryTags: Author, Drought, Erotic, Fiction, Love, Nature, Passion, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Rain, Reading, Sex, Story, Witch, Writer, Writing
Such economy of words yet such a magnitude of images. Lovely writing.
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This is a brilliant composition! 🙂
Lovely cadence, this took me back to Neruda.
Beautiful poem with thoughts flowing freely. Thanks.
I agree with Tammy, the rhythm really makes this poem what it is. And I love the imagery!
Wow… this pulled me right in. Love it!
❤ i second the comment regarding the rhythm. Quite lovely.
Inspiring! My favorite part is “A thousand kisses fall to the ground”…and I love the photo, so well picked!
Very nicely and beautifully composed and crafted.
This is really a beautiful poem.
Thanks. I’m trying to adjust the fonts. The couplets are important.
beautiful! i really love the rhythm here …