Precipitation
Images
collide, chased by a niagara of words
and
nonwords. Every outing is a buffet
in
an al fresco of experience. This season,
there
is no struggle. I have to shift my salver
to
the stations: stewards fix the scarcities.
Sometimes
the proportions aren’t right
but
that isn’t worth a wrangle. Nothing is:
when
rain has weight, wetness is beatitude.
May
every bash be a banquet in this riff of rainstorms.
(First Published in Allegro Poetry Magazine)
Sanjeev Sethi has
authored three books of poetry. This
Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury,
2015) is his latest work. He is widely published in several countries, and
lives in Mumbai, India. Recently in Off the Coast, The
Five-Two, W.I.S.H. Press, Easy Street, Mad Swirl, The Ofi Press Literary Magazine, and elsewhere.
Those last two lines slay me, Sanjeev, in the best of ways! Wonderful imagery!
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ReplyDeleteThank you Sanjeev
ReplyDeletefor this sensitive poem written from the heart.
Michael,thank you.
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well written, keep on writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ayaz.
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