Parched Earth-2 Forms

1. Form: Free Verse/Theme: Indulgence

Singing those praises in church,
I see a vision of a parched earth.
Geosmin scent ascends;
or descends. Transference
between reality and surreality.

My mind is soaked in soil microbes,
no shower sensation in sight.

Today it might rain; or not.
Sunday, I’ll be praising in church,
whether, or not, we get relief;
but there will be comforting
amidst the suffering; or not.

Can you tell, Georgia needs rain?
Our birds crave it. My lillies lay in wait
to relieve the scorch of Summer heat.

I am conditioned with air, but
I need to hear the rain
and smell the petrichor ‘plash.

For that I’ll accept the invitation
to sit on my screened-in deck,
hopefully hear the roar of thunder,
and the whooshing wind
through the plush leaves,
as the treasures of heaven,
fall like silver coins, to make mud.


2. Form: Rhyme/Theme: Indulgence

Sing chorus of reality;
A parched sur’ality.
From the dry earth, a scent ascends;
Geosmin scent descends.

In soil microbes, my mind awoke,
tempting shower, a soak.
Where rainfall’s sensation is bliss,
The serpent-earth’s amiss.

Today the rain might fall; or not -
Our suffering; or not.
In church, we will be still and praise -
Weather or not, we’ll praise.

I think you know, Georgia needs rain.
The birds crave its refrain.
Relieve the scorch of Summer heat.
My lillies wait for beat.

Air-conditioned, am I, but I
Am longing drench, not shy.
I wish to smell the petrichor -
A splash of rain, adore.

To hear the roar of thunder-speak;
The whooshing wind, this week.
Heaven’s treasures pour out and sud
And mix the silver’d mud.

I’ll sit on deck and marvel at
The rush of leaves, the splat;
Splish-splosh and churning soil to cure
Descend, ascend, endure.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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George Avatar
July 5, 2024 at 9:20 PM
Dear Kim, I love both the poems expressing your desire to see the mud soaked in rain and smell the petrichor rising thereof. One month back, we too longed for rain in the height of summer and sweltering heat. But now we have rains and only rains. The transfer from free verse to rhyming quatrains is done wonderfully well. Congratulations on your win.
Rodrigues Avatar
July 6, 2024 at 6:48 AM
Thank you so much! This was not easy, both to come up with worthwhile subject matter and to transfer into a different form. God bless you always, Valsa!
Woods Avatar
July 5, 2024 at 7:40 AM
Well lookie here who it is! Yay! Congratulations on your 2nd place win! I loved this poem and how perfectly you were able to change forms without losing anything necessary to keep the imagery, emotion, and message clear. This poem felt like a breath of fresh air after a cleansing rain. Classic and beautiful words and imagery. Ty for entering! Xoxo
Rodrigues Avatar
July 5, 2024 at 3:49 PM
Wow, Crystol, thank you so much! xoxo!
Pedrus Avatar
June 28, 2024 at 6:34 AM
So much in life to be preoccupied with --you showed us that in your mixed forms
Rodrigues Avatar
June 28, 2024 at 8:45 AM
Thank you, Patti! It is fun to write with various forms.
Buhagiar Avatar
June 28, 2024 at 2:23 AM
Wonderful, Kim. You changed forms but kept the same meaning. You are very talented. Best for a win.
Rodrigues Avatar
June 28, 2024 at 5:53 AM
Thank you, my sweet friend!
Hind Avatar
June 27, 2024 at 10:48 AM
Amazing poetry! I liked how you mixed the forms together to make this marvelous poetry- hugs <3
Rodrigues Avatar
June 27, 2024 at 10:55 AM
It is for a contest. Thank you so much!
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