waiting to exhale

this weeks get your poem on #38 at read write poem is “smell”. It was supposed to be a collaborative, but i wrote on my own.
After months of 100 degree plus temperatures and no rain, the weather gods are promising Edouard for us today. I hoped to capture my excitement and anticipation of those first moments of relief after a long drought.
 
 
Waiting to Exhale
 
too long has the sun risen and set
with no cloud to hide it
scorching rays burn day after day
blasting with it’s furnace heat
 
as i stand and watch
the old earth inhales deep into her chest
waiting, breath poised
for what has come at last
 
thunder rolls long and low
announcing the approach from a distance
anticipation rattles deep in her bones
in my bones, as we both wait to exhale
 
sudden wind blows tortured trees
dead leaves murdered by the heat
racing across a parched landscape
stinging dust blinding us
 
anticipation mounts as the sky
slowly begins to darken
as Sol gives up her mighty throne
fire flashes from above
 
as the first fat wet jewels fall
the earth opens her arms wide
she exhales her pent up breathe
sulfurous and acrid
 
scorched cracked earth
dead grasses, burnt leaves
long awaited exhale
a musty and pungent choking cloak
 
as the rain falls faster
the earth inhales again sucking
into herself the glorious relief
filling her up and rushing by in hurried rivulets
 
mourning those that didn’t survive
watching those that did fill with life
breathing deep now, her exhale washed sweet
by cooling healing rain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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9 thoughts on “waiting to exhale

  1. Oh, I am here praying for Edouard too! Although it doesn’t look like we’re going to get the amount of “wet jewels” we were hoping for. Still I can relate to this poem right now; I can’t recall the last time I felt so…parched.

  2. I love rain and here in Florida during the summertime it rains nearly every day.

    There is the primal exchange of matter and energy that even we with our poor senses can experience when it rains.

  3. I like the idea of the earth as a character, a living breathing being who awaits the rain. you do a great job building up the tension for the rain to come.

    BTW, you didn’t have to collaborate, it’s just a suggestion, if you want to. Great to see you on RWP!

    ~christine

  4. And all this time I thought you had written about Arkansas. The I realized, we haven’t received our “wet jewels”. Loved your poem. Thanks for the comments about “That Smell”.
    DCH

  5. The sheer beauty of the imagery within this piece makes it so vivid.

    We’ve been having hundred degree plus weather here in Oklahoma. I could feel and see the storm rolling in. Taste the rain upon the air, and feel it’s soothing moisture.

    Lovely

  6. this is beautiful,, and so true isn’t it?? we are at the mercy of the elements and when they finally give in and provide what we need,, it is then we can truly exhale…..

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