Parched —
your stumbling sentences
are smothered by a senseless sun.
In silent sweat
we waited for the wind
we waited for the water
a day
when in the coolness
floating in a flood of words
the dust is washed away,
your lips are moist.
a day
behind the veil (your hair)
I sip the nectar
of the promises your tongue
and monsoon bring
a night.
summer monsoons by Sharon Sperry Bloom, on Flickr
Today Abhra takes us to the concept of Monsoon at dVerse Poetics. I have never experienced a Monsoon, but I tried to use my fantasy of what it could mean. Come join us at 3 PM EST.
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June 23, 2015
Björn Rudbergs writings 
a wonderful monsoon fantasy…the anticipation grows stronger with every succeeding verse. simply lovely!
Beautiful!
i have never been in one as well and guess it*s a bit scary maybe and fascinating as well…and long yearned for – esp. after a drought
Great words, as ever – and I love the increasing anticipation as the poem builds…
Oh my, Bjorn–you’re steamin’ up my glasses again!
I have never been in one either, but your poem, along with the art, painted a beautiful picture.
Nice metaphor. It is a relief – and also it is dangerous. Some countries depend on it economically, for their water and electricity – but it also takes lives. I guess the same could be said of love and lust.
Love the turn from day to night…and that waiting for wind and water ~
Admiring the build up from parched to moonsoon ~
Love the last stanza. Very sensual 🙂
Nice take on the prompt. I like the way you have “a day” and “a night” hanging out as their own stanzas.
I’ve never experienced a monsoon either, though we do get some really good downpours where I live.
The sun IS an idiot. He thinks he’s the centerpiece of the sky’s table. But he’s wrong, isn’t he? I love the way this ends:
“behind the veil (your hair)
I sip the nectar
of the promises your tongue
and monsoon bring”
These lines you wrote captured essence:
In silent sweat
we waited for the wind
we waited for the water
The waited fresh of water hitting us,
and the wind giving us a bright world of beauty.
I love this poem my friend.
This is very sexy. This is a welcome storm.
Love the feeling of anticipation you evoked!
This is so beautiful 🙂
Not everything about the monsoon is happy and sensuous, but it does have its moments and they are quite memorable!
Bjorn, I think we may have been in the same monsoon..smiling..have a great week.
I think that for us westerners the concept of monsoon is as hard to grasp as the concept of snow for my nieces in Hong Kong. I enjoyed the sensual feel of your poem.
As if it were not already hot, you come up with a monsoon of anticipation and desire. This is a wonderful write, a sensual read.
tender, sensual & romantic..the anticipation of a lover
I loved this Bjorn – the simplicity, the brevity and closeness – all my favorites in one place.
This is like reading a ritual or rather a celebration before & after the marriage of two lovers. The waiting is rather worthwhile. Smiles.
nice progression from parched to moist to monsoon. I agree with Kelvin too…very much like a ritual between lovers.
Very well done if you have never experienced monsoon.
Lovely, Bjorn. It described how many feel about the monsoon when it comes after the heat. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
Remarkable fantasy Bjorn! Sipping the nectar from tongue and monsoon is a great combination!
Hank
Oh.. a desert of words.. devoid in colors of deeper emotions.. living death of humans words.. ah.. hues of words gaining depth in shades of life.. words come alive with human eyes.. bright and no longer dead in life.. monsoon emotions reborn.. alive.. Endless Love..Word..:)
A deluge of emotion. Bravo.
the cycle of life renewing
Monsoon is a way of life for us, as far back as I can remember. I cannot equate it with love or emotion or feelings. It is very real – floods and fear and ferocious winds come to mind. Helicopters which came with relief, perhaps kids playing in dangerous waters. Death is very possible.
But I love sitting in my corner with a book during a heavy deluge. Water everywhere, more water that you can imagine. Cooling down the earth. Washing away busy days.
This is so lovely….the pic is beautiful…..the words are filled with emotions….
This is an excellent piece of writing Bjorn.
A wonderfully rendered poem. The title is really, really good. The the first line “set-up” is a masterful “lead-in” – the note upon which the entire piece hangs.
Love the poem and the image–nice one 🙂