Poetry Sunday: The Drought

 

The Drought

 

Clouds drift along in the blue-grey sky,

Words and phrases obscuring the sun.

Drifting in and out of my consciousness,

Not wanting to be captured on paper.

 

 

I am like the earth and sky

Seeking balance between rain and drought.

My heart knows when

It will be time to come home again.

 

 

Distracted at present-

A monarch floats into my line of sight,

While a hummingbird peeks through the window

To see only its reflection against the vast darkness.

 

 

For now I am content

To let the words drift among the clouds.

Soon enough they will meld into a storm, and

Rain down freely again, singing on the page.

 

©Donna Donabella 2018

 

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This is a poem that was started a few year’s ago, and like the poem says, it drifted in and out of my consciousness until it fully formed recently.  Poetry can come easily or be a bit elusive….but I don’t obsess about it.  I keep a journal of phrases, lines, ideas, and revisit them until they decide to rain down fully into a poem.

I am joining in with Poets United for their weekly poetry link up for poets who blog.

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I leave you with a few additional words about The Drought.  I welcome you to download the photo and share it.

All other photos and original content is copyrighted and the sole property of Donna Donabella @ Living From Happiness, 2014-2018.  Any reprints or use of other photos or content is by permission only.

42 Replies to “Poetry Sunday: The Drought”

  1. Such beautiful lines, Donna, especially the stanza you highlighted on the artwork. A great metaphor for life and creativity, drifting in & out, but when inspiration strikes, it all comes together beautifully as it’s meant to be.

  2. I abdolutely love the hope that breathes through this poem especially; “I am like the earth and sky seeking balance between rain and drought. My heart knows when it will be time to come home again.”

  3. Where would we be without our poetry journals? Words I’ve written down there sometimes sit for years until I find the perfect place for them. I loved your poem, especially that last stanza! Beautiful.

  4. I agree with your philosophy. Droughts are what we all experience sometime with writing poetry. We have to ‘go with the flow’
    and know that, just like when there are times of drought in nature, eventually the rain/ words will flow again! I enjoy your writing.

  5. A monarch and a hummingbird? I would be distracted too. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say I was absorbing the beauty. Which is necessary for any writer.
    Words need seeds too. And fertile soil.

  6. Oh yes, the elusiveness of the finished article, I like the contrast between drought and rain in relation to poetry.

  7. Lovely. We are in drought mode here but the creek at the foot of the drive is still full and gurgle and all is green and lush. the last stanza is excellent and inspiring. We go through times of dryness in writing, in love, in life…but the rains come and wash it all always leaving things fresh and new. Most inspiring. I do not keep a poetry journal except in my head!

  8. This piece really resonates with me. And that closing stanza – WOW – it is both – so visual AND visceral – I can literally feel the ‘inspiration’ stirring.

  9. let nature takes its course, and at the same time enjoy the butterflies and hummingbirds. 🙂

    i do keep a journal of phrases or quotes that bounces into my mind, and sometimes i link some of these lines together and some shapes appear. and i will revisit these scrawls again and again. i find it a good source to start a poem when i have run out of ideas.

  10. “…My heart knows when / It will be time to come home again.” Oh, I love this line. I’ve been there, but I’ve never heard it put so well.

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