Acclimatised.

sonnet

Acclimatised

 

Softly,softly rain is falling.

The thirsty earth accepts with grace.

Harsher memories recalling.

Another time another place.

Just praying for the monsoon rains.

To dispel the cloying heat

So we can breathe cool air again.

A prayer we endlessly repeat.

But this is now and that was then.

Long ,long ago and far away

Now we have returned home again

We have no further need to pray.

For blessed rain to cool the air.

It rains most days but I don’t care.

 

Wednesday, 07 March 2012.

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

Bloody friend!!

[J. J. Nightingale]

I love your writing .. Nature,with a touch of prayer and need .. Then an acceptance of the rain .. and an " I don't care " .. As Emma wrote .. traditional poetry, with form, that fits then, and now ...

Lovely work ... Jasmine

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We always want what we don't have....until we have it. Brilliant!

[emmajoy]

Just how to do you do it every time?! You're one of the few writers on this site who manages to write traditional poetry with fine form, metre and yet create work that meets the modern day need for understandable writing.

Such a fine sonnet, Ivor .. 'Softly,softly rain is falling. ~ The thirsty earth accepts with grace. ~ Harsher memories recalling. ~ Another time another place.'