How could the fall of a pin
Have raised this much dust?
Why should the leaves
In such shameful disguise
Boldly embrace a powdery look?
When the sole can not predict
Where the hard surface lies
And the ankles continuously swim
In the ocean of dust
The shoe can not boast
Of any other colour but brown
Had you the courage and time
To keep the flower beds wet
And the godliness to keep your dress clean
Have you the grace to stop the wind?
Much needed yet much dreaded
Soothing on flesh
Ageing on hair and eyelids
What volume of showers
Will cake this dust
That is evasively jolted to dance
Burying the showers
In the depth of its bowels
Eight inches below dust level?
The land is thirsty!
Thirsty, let it be!
Till it has accounted
Where went the waters
Of the season of floods.
4 comments:
I must confess, it took me a great deal to decipher what the piece was all about. But,at the end, I was able to glean the gist.
I have my reservation about the title though. "The Land is Thirsty" as mentioned in the last stanza would have been more apt. "Season of Thirst" seems divorced from the flow and content.
All in all, I can't but agree with you that indeed, the land is thirsty! I will give you C+ because the title of any masterpiece should capture the essence. Forgive me.
Keep it up.
Well, thanks for the observation but honestly i thought that Season of thirst immediately says that am talking about the dry season. That is the season when everyone feels dry, thirsty and restless. Short of me just saying Dry season, i said season of thirst.
Anyway, if some other people share your view, i may change the title. Thanks very much.
Hey! As a piece of artwork, prose/poem are opened to perception. People will always see it from the angle of their perception. Good piece nonetheless.
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