soft grumbles

I have undressed
under the gaze
of a quartered moon,
never with a fiery sun
shining on my skin,
devoid of a cloud
the shade of a tree
or a leaf to hide in.

I feel naked,
down to flesh and bones
my guts, way deep into my soul.

Like a toothless guest
in a Jerry Springer show
exposing my shame,
too numb to care,
before an unforgiving audience
amid their laughter and scorn.

Alas, I must justify myself
save the least of my dignity
that is left of my troubled mind

This is how I feel
before you magistrates of wisdom
when I declare the world is flat,
a square wheel runs faster,
or a black dove sybolizes peace.

But don't rejoice just yet.
Galileo had been right all along
and the world continues to spin

Gathered from yesterday’s downpour
water trickles down from thatched roof
now pregnant with rain

tiny drops slowly swell like a leech
sucking on golden flesh
until they lose their grip -

fall at the same spot.
Uneven noises incessantly made
on a pool they have created.

No sound can be more primeval
than droplets plunging into mother earth
breaking my mortal rest

traces of a breathing world
pulsates in little dribbles
perspires, cries in pain.

Tonight is one sleepless night
as each heavy drop
crashes into the deafening silence

slowly it goes :

drip

Drip

DRIP

and when I finally think they're done
they start all over again.

It may be slow
but it can sure fill a well
with its own tenacity

rolly




(note:)

This is a poem requested by my friend Doc Emer for a photograph he took.

# posted by rolly @ 9:57 AM