Mid-Summer Rain
Saivi Kurian
The warm sun rises
to take the fleeting life
of the morning dew.
The blazing sun makes
the red horizon laugh
by spreading its
dazzling white radiance.
The sizzling sun bathes
the folks in sweat
as they run and exercise
on the sidewalks and parks.
The fierce sun embraces
and scorches the skin
of the outside laborers.
Summer is the whining
of the boiling sweat, or
the restless lamentation
of the electric fans?
As I was ploughing through
this mid-summer’s lap and
yearning for some cool breeze,
A wind blew, a thunder was heard,
One drop, many drops,
you came pitter patter,
with the smell of fresh soil,
Oh my mid-summer rain!
I cannot stop gazing
at your dancing beauty.
As you slide down,
Caressing the tree leaves,
This fire-baked Earth
chilled in salvation
so my body and soul!
Come often to wipe off the sweat
and to wash away the grime.
Come often to dampen the dryness
and to hold off the drought.
Come often and often,
Oh my mid-summer rain!
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About the Author
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Ever since she was a child, poetry has held a special place in Saivi Kurian's heart. Today, Saivi works as a teacher and she is excited to share her poems with the world.
The Web
A.W. Schulz
The wind blew and howled,
The candle’s flame rose, grew and fell,
In the breeze, the flame flickered;
The shadows rose, grew and fell.
Mystic were the shadow silhouettes,
Then there was a giant net upon the wall,
Again the wind howled and blew,
Then the net was seen again.
A spider web.
A fly forever here was caught,
No matter what its efforts were,
No matter how it fought.
Then the spider it came forward,
Slowly moving ever closer, ever nearer,
And the fly’s life grew ever dearer.
The wind blew and howled again,
The web was gone from sight;
Then it came back into the light,
The giant net upon the wall.
The spider and the fly were gone.
The shadows rose, grew and fell.
Mystic were the shadow silhouettes;
Then the wick fell into the wax.
Journey
A.W. Schulz
Here I am once more,
A restless spirit out at sea.
Sometime anchored,
Sometimes drifting free,
Often wondering where tomorrow I will be.
I seem to travel on and on,
Some journeys short,
Some journeys long.
Never can I find a resting place,
But time seems short,
I feel that it’s a race.
The string is taut,
I fear that it might break,
But on I go for other’s sake.
No longer do I care for me,
I wish somehow to set my spirit free;
But it seems tied to earth for all eternity.
So on and on, round and round,
Through time and space,
The journeys go.
There seems, no beginning and no end;
Just travel far and wide, as if condemned.
It’s peace and rest I’m longing for,
When will all this madness end?
I do not know, whereof to next,
I’m drifting on the tide,
And deep inside I feel quite vexed.
I wish that I could go and hide,
Just disappear from sight;
But somehow I’m still here,
To fight another fight,
Till another journey’s end.