Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Storm

She stormed through my days,
Full of parched breath of March
With torrential timbrels of soul.
Roofed by the fresh-ripened dark bosom clouds,
I bask in the brushstrokes of diluted gold
And tune up my flute to her laughter that rings
As blusters of gales through these reeds.

Shorn of my calculated playthings on stage,
I spread myself wide, as an arid brown land,
That longs for her fingers to rain on those beds,
Where green little poems shall embody and sprout
With symphony of forests evergreen.

Shaken and stirred as palms amid storms
I gather my leaves in an evening now stilled
And wait for the lightnings of smile that'll strike,
And sparkle my nights full of flames.

25 comments:

sayan said...

the last two stanzas kill it...brilliant...the use of images..the aridity, dust and the rain and the storm...goodie

Lisa A. Williams said...

A stunning write!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Personification or metaphor.. the rain as woman or the woman as rain? Beautiful.

Abin Chakraborty said...

@Kerry:I was aiming precisely for that balance.thank you :)

Mary said...

A masterful write. Some storms are worth waiting for!!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"and sparkle my nights full of flames"......such a passionate poem. Very lovely. I especially love the "green little poems"......

Laurie Kolp said...

I love the metaphor b/t spring and the woman, poetry.

Heaven said...

Can I say,I wish I have written this ~ Whew ~ The storm and rain are my favourite metaphor to write/read ~ I specially love brush strokes on the last two verses, ending with nights full of flames ~

Brother Ollie said...

really cool - your piece really pulled me in - I like the action right from the start

Danny Earl Simmons said...

"...tune my flute to her laughter." Nice line, man.

Jinksy said...

Where green little poems shall embody and sprout.

Amen to that!

Fireblossom said...

Hoo baby. Whether she is weather or woman, she's a force of nature.

VaNdAnA ShArMa said...

Very nice and brilliant use of words, imagination...

Stormcat Poetry said...

This is so powerful it gave me goosebumps.
Optimistic about the future in the context of melancholy longing for the past.

Helen said...

... making me feel mighty powerful to be a woman.

Timoteo said...

She must be something, is all I can say.

McGuffy Ann said...

I love the wording and imagery here.

Marian said...

simply fantastic, Abin. whoosh.

Peggy said...

This is beautiful. So many lovely word images.

Susie Clevenger said...

Beautiful...Lady storm, I love the personification.

McGuffy Ann said...

A truly lovely poem!

Ellecee said...

A wonderful poem filled with so many vivid images, I would love to be that strong woman,,

Kay L. Davies said...

This is a scorching hot poem!
K

Margaret said...

Storm or woman... both not to be trifled with!

Loved the line: I gather my leaves in an evening now stilled

kaykuala said...

Beautiful word craft, Abin! And spectacular use of imagery!

Hank