Raindrops and howls

Now, this one I get. Nicely penned, my friend

First, let me reiterate one thing: despite the fact that you're writing in your third language and despite the occasional head-scratching "Huh?" I feel while reading, you manage to convey thoughts and images in a visual, concrete way that, frankly, amazes me.

Second, who can see the word "howl" in the title of a poem and not leap to Ginsberg's famous poem, "Howl"? Do you really want to draw the inevitable mental comparison of your talents to Allen Ginsberg's?

Third, "Huh?" "dearth of something" doesn't work for me, but I can actually imagine a "sky full of dearth" with the emptiness of it "pouring out." (The word choice is actually good - "dearth" is little used, so surprising, and is reminiscent of "death.") "Congratulation!" seems a bit chipper for this point in the poem, or maybe sarcastic - either way, I don't like it.

I do relate to those little moments of anguish, typically long after the loss of a loved one, that hit unexpectedly, bloom into something raw that needs to cry out, and then are gone almost as quickly as they came. Life goes on. I THINK that's what you're getting at here.

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very nice poem

Nice.

I didn't immediately jump to Ginsberg. I think your title is fine and I love the poem. I totally get it.

"A sky full of dearth" does not picture anything for me either

Grief IS a howl, a moment that contains both anguish and sweetness. So well-expressed in this poem. I like the movement from a vague sadness to a memory of loss and then back to the present, your grounding in the world again (even at the drunk's expense), living well despite the pain that comes sometimes. We can heal......

Holly gave you an excellent crit. Though my mind didn't leap to Allen Ginsburg, and "congratulations" didn't bother me, it seemed inspired to me. Because everyone experiences suffering. Without suffering, there would be no contrasting joy. If you keep the word, it should have an s on it: "Congratulations."

I like "a sky full of dearth." It is not a commonly-used word, which is perhaps why some can't relate to it.

Thanks, Alison. I like the word "dearth."

Hmm...what do you call an empty intergalactic tyrant? Dearth Vader.

Sorry. I'm in a silly mood after a serious morning.

Raindrops keep falling on my head!
Sorry, that song popped into my brain.
Lovely poem, my friend.

I think this is very good, and I certainly agree with Holly and Alison!

Very visual and an excellent poem.

monsoonal!

Keep it up!

I would say "watery moon" instead of the other way around.
But what do I know?

Great read.

Good read, but he's probably still drunk.

very nice

I like it, Poddar. But I won't catch the bus .... I'll thumb a ride. LOL

I enjoyed...thank you

Life is a series of moments...some happy and some that bring despair...but through it all, one needs to see the whole picture. Life is living.

This is wonderfully written, Poddar

Great poem Poddar. thank you

A poetic journey

Poddar,
I found this one very personally evocative. It made me think of waiting for a bus on a rainy downtown street and experiencing one of those blinding moments of clarity, then the bus arrives, time starts again and we all move on. Great one.

Your are making others lean upon your

depiction beautiful each way you make

attempt with the words work like drugs

to addict our craze feed of the warren brain ,

dear Kushal ( indeed well thought name now

is working in acknowledgment) !!!

Your words are like walking through dreams, understanding some things, while what's left escapes your grasp like mist.

I mean that in a good way.

As always, your poem is such that I can take off in any direction with a fullness of thought and then come back in a while and go in another direction to a whole other set of thoughts and perspective.

Poddar, very well written young man....I'd never take the bus!!!

"howl from the core "

Vivid line! Great imagery.

Very powerful imagery Poddar

nicely done!

Really surreal with an unexpected neat ending.

I've had moments like this. This poem touched memories to me. Thank you so much for sharing it and peace.

I have no words to comment...
The drunken man steadies himself by the
support of a lamppost. Suddenly you
feel good, for you have no need of any
support, at least not now. You catch the bus. Only you can write this...superb.