Desperate for rain A Burnt Sienna Earth parched by heavy heat of the sun's harsh rays. cries out for mercy,
Her scorched hardened canvas~of reddish~brown lies in wait,her need of fresh aqua-~blue hues of refreshing rain to quench the burning sizzle of her baked ground
Raw,rough and red as caked up indian warpaint a Burnt Sienna Earth awaits, anticipates, soon some soothing smooth raindrops
A new day begins 'Alas, no heavenly colors of cooler blue~gray skies to usher in the rain and her surrounding waters remain a lake of fire
and still,hot-fiery rays of an unyielding , over zealous sun.prolong Earth 's Burnt Sienna days.
I feel your love of the burnt Earth, and love the subtle rhymes that make your poem flow so well, such as "rays" and "days" in the last verse. The image, although stark, is beautiful...the red earth and the blue sky contrasting nicely in the image you painted in my imagination,
"Raw,rough and red
as caked up indian warpaint
a Burnt Sienna Earth awaits"
I can feel the eagerness for rain...I, too, am watching the skies in hopes of rain to wet the dry earth. Thank you for sharing your poem.
Outstanding imagery. You had such detailed portrayal of the earth. The words you used were so nicely weaved, they naturally fit each other. This is an interesting poem.
"Her scorched harden
canvas" "harden" should be "hardened" here or "hard"... as a passive verb, you have already established past tense and as an adjective it would have to be "hard'.
I feel your love of the burnt Earth, and love the subtle rhymes that make your poem flow so well, such as "rays" and "days" in the last verse. The image, although stark, is beautiful...the red earth and the blue sky contrasting nicely in the image you painted in my imagination,
"Raw,rough and red
as caked up indian warpaint
a Burnt Sienna Earth awaits"
I can feel the eagerness for rain...I, too, am watching the skies in hopes of rain to wet the dry earth. Thank you for sharing your poem.