Mountains in the back

Barefoot in this field of the tropics

I shudder in an endless pour of rain

The drops bruise as they burst on my skin

My hair is cast to the sides by wind

And the wet soil complicates my every step

Towards a shape in the far distance

A familiar presence drawing me close

Looking me in the eyes

Looking deeper..

A waking dream I cannot touch

And the last I let

Author's Note

Reviews

[NeiL ArandA]

Puzzling and confusing . Or perhaps the author chose another setting of maybe experienced something early in life . Tropics where predominantly bombarded by pelting rain . Monsoon season I can best describe paint such picture . To really experience such phenomenon is to be out there in the rain and barefooted . The breeze the thunder the swaying of the trees we they dance while the pregnant clouds empty all its wet tears . I'm not sure who is this familiar shape looking with deep interest . Perhaps its someone from the muse past that came to haunt or perhaps something painful in subconscious mind . The rain is often times associated with turbulent times in someones life . But it could also be atime of renewal and aseason of refreshment . For in every rain in our life we can also expect the passing of a storm and apromise of hope a rainbow is foretold

[joshua deathdealer]

Very real feeling and abstract all together. No offense to the featured but I actually like the abrupt ending. It is fitting to the theme I think. Great poem and the title speaks volumes. xx

[Michelle N. H.]

Thank you, Josh. I was in doubt, kept changing the ending, so I'm glad you like it. =)

[Michelle N. H.]

First of all, the title, dear, it's such a heavy title, and this can be a burden, a laster... as I read your words, I feel them deeply. You're a survivor at where you are, right now. Barefoot, shows us, how strong, and steady you are. The rain season, shows us the universe cries, and with you tears are to cleanse the soul, the obstacles the hurt, let it all wash away, and accept your being. You try to reach, but you are too awaken, and maybe this is for the best, of time... just beautiful honest, and heartfelt love. Your strength is your purity and honesty, like your archetype...

- Elisa xx

[Michelle N. H.]

Your words analyze as much as they hearten. Thank you so much, Elisa. x

You are so welcome Michelle. This piece got me to the bones. -x- You reach, you do. And you truly "listen".

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like what is here, although it just kind of ends...but i am sure you will add a line or two for closure..

i like the "drops bruise"

that is really exceptional wording..."and the wet soil complicates my step" nice.

some really strong imagery here already.

[zainul]

I can understand the wonderful picture of the land you are going to depict.
Get your laptop fixed and make it a poem of your love.