Monday, October 16, 2006

Thirst























wet kisses
never quenched it
all the long, hot, dry summer

not swimming in the river
nor baths in the evening
not a tall glass of water, iced
and sweating in the hand,
quenched it

not even the liquid song
of the meadowlark spilling
out across the dry brush

now
as leaves begin to litter
and the moon watches with a cool eye
from behind clouds

standing
just outside the open door
never has rain felt so
good on my bare skin


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14 Comments:

Blogger polona said...

there is thirst and there is thirst.
your poem addresses both in a beautiful way!

10/16/2006 1:54 PM  
Blogger rdl said...

great!!

10/16/2006 2:07 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

as leaves begin to litter
and the moon watches with a cool eye...


love these lines,

love the autumn,

love the rain,

love this poem.

10/16/2006 2:34 PM  
Anonymous marja-leena said...

Lovely. I love the rain after a long dry spell and if it were summer I'd be standing out there getting saoked to the skin. Yesterday was bit too cold for that, but I imagined the shrubs and trees loving it, drinking in the rain thirstily, after such a long dry summer and fall.

10/16/2006 3:14 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

That's a mighty big thirst!!! I like my raindrops straight up with a cold beer chaser. Love it!!

10/16/2006 4:50 PM  
Blogger narrator said...

there are moments when it is just unquenchable, and you have described it.

and it made me think about being a kid and instead of running from warm rains we just took our shirts off and played in it.

ryc: I tried to answer over in the comments. I do think "American small talk" is unique to anglo-North America, it is a specific "non-conversation" that Americans seem to know automatically but the rest of the world has to try to learn and practice.

10/17/2006 6:56 AM  
Blogger robin andrea said...

Yes, we had a good rain Saturday and Sunday here. Our part of the earth has been parched and dry for so long, I thought I could almost hear that thirst being quenched. As if the earth could heave a grateful sigh.

10/17/2006 8:07 AM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

lovely! sensual and oh, so grateful! you are a wonder, dear.

10/17/2006 9:26 AM  
Blogger narrator said...

ryc: yes, it is hard for many people. I have to rehearse it, but I've gotten good at it.

10/17/2006 10:14 AM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

mb, oh my! i'm just gonna swim in these words for the rest of the day. wow!!! love this one soooo much!

10/17/2006 11:12 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

really lovely a cold eyed moon and the final quenching

10/17/2006 11:14 AM  
Blogger Mary said...

Sensual and beautiful ....

10/17/2006 1:35 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

It is enough.

10/17/2006 1:44 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Polona, there are many thirsts, I think. Thank you for your kind words.

rdl, thank you!

Sky, love your thoughtful comments. Thank you!

Marja-Leena, it was barely warm enough to bare some skin here. I do get so thirsty for it after the long, hot summer, and I can't help but imagine the land around me does, too.

Pat, raindrops straight up? I'll have to try ordering that from the barman next time! Thanks!

Narrator, I played in the rain as a child, and I've done it not so long ago, too. Thanks for explaining the notion of "American small talk."

Robin Andrea, I am always surprised by how dry it gets in your "blue hole."

Anne, thanks for stopping by and reading. Wonderful to hear from you.

Snowsparkle, thanks for the warmth of your words!

Sue, it was lovely indeed!

Mary, there are moments when one can feel very much alive. Thank you.

Mermaid, it is enough when one's needs are met.

10/19/2006 5:53 PM  

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