Black rain is gonna fall: Triolet
(To Mindful Poetry Group)
The clouds are gathering to pound again
over the far-flung island of dark, black mud.
The wound of last lashing is still raising pain.
Shhh… clouds are gathering to pound again.
Meandering the village, flows the river stain
with the bodies of men, beings; swept huts.
Now, clouds are gathering to pound again
over the flooded earth, broken and suffered.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 38
Beautiful as Always !!
I like the imagery, but it seems dark to me. If that's what you intended; great work as usual. Thank you for posting to our group.
I'm seeing mental pictures of the aftermath of the 2004 Asian tsunami. I like the way you refer to the river (usually life-giving) as a "stain."
Thank you for posting this to The Surreal Circus. You are now featured.
I saw what Ann saw~and then I saw an inversion of it along mindfields inside~
Thank you for posting to GutterGirls~
Good discription.
Powerful images of the aftermath of a deadly flood, only to see the destructive threat ahead. Past is prologue.
Black Rain
Poddar this is beautiful. Excellent metaphor for war and the inevitable path of man to repeat it.
Yes, this did bring to mind the Tsunami but I fear there are still darker days ahead. Your pen is like a journalist to our souls. Thank you Poddar.
Now, for just for those who want some sunshine:
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977714676
:+)
That's really neat !!!
very nicely done!
Kushal, I'm torn. This triolet is focused on the ominous danger of rain and you achieve your goal of writing about dark, threatening rain using dark, threatening words and atmosphere.
What conflicts for me is that the last line "should" be the same as the second line. I think your poem will be stronger if you stick to the form more closely on the rule of line repetition. I notice how you make small edits elsewhere to the lines, and I think that works. I especially like "Shhh..." It adds to the scariness of rain/flooding.
I don't know if you've submitted this to Mindful Poetry, it's not showing up in my queue.
((( I found myself seeing what you were writing..loved this one Poddar )))
Another very awesome poem friend!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
It feels like monsoon season near floodplain. The cycles of destruction from the life giving force of river and the Earth. The perilous dance and the human heart.
Well done Kushal
nice job!
Very nice
seems terrible monsoon arrived there...fine pictorial quality,babu mushaye
Disaster and doom, born of rain and river. How quickly events can turn against us, and how helpless we are against it.
You never fail to impress! This has been featured in the Thursday Writing Essential.
I love being featured by you.
In the web of cruel dreams
This touches me through my senses. It is a great poem.
Your vivid imagery in words is awesome as always. I can always picture many different images from your writing. Thanks for sharing your talent with us and peace.
I saw , too, the rains as torrential, like the tsunami, very very vivid. We have been having rain a lot these days, but it is more or less welcome. Just rain, a nuisance for outdoor enthusiasts.
Featured in the The Triple Name Club
Rain is welcome, but sometimes our own sins, like polluting,catch up as disasters.
I am honoured at the feature.
In the web of dreams
Very scary, as I'm envisioning our recent tornado.
Very powerful imagery poddar. I too was reminded of the terrible tsunami of 2004.
Isn't it amazing how powerful repetition can be in your poem? water can be life-giving, drought-ending, but also has a deadly destructive side
thanks!
interesting form isn't it?!
Things remain the same, even in remembrances.