Bora born
Monsoon passion _
Close clammy touchy thing
crawl all over my skin.
Body heat trapped so
fresh hot tea helps the flow.
Teach me something, teach me quick
come in spinner, air's so thick.
Tropic nights watch moisture flow
rain and sweat from leaky brows.
Body fluids drip from melting chins
no breeze to caress dripping skins.
Monsoon roar dissolves local talk
tourists run while locals walk.
The rain invades this dark tempteous night
downpipes broken just off to my right.
Water cascading down chains below
where gardens of grass and pebbles grow.
She's chilled right out her lithe body persuades
he's splashed by puddles in sensuous play.
Wet shirt clings to golden beads on her skin
tempting soft whispers inviting him in.
Hard rain absorbs night shadows on streets
back lit by colours they'd like to meet.
Flashes of green to yellow wash red
restless movement of vehicles bled.
Crystals of light twinkle in time
on bricked pavements locked in design
by borders of concrete that form
those puddles, where ripples are born.
Rhythm slowed to some degree
wish they'd fall on bended knee
and belly breathe this lost night
the bluesy mood in flight.
Washed fresh, now feels just right
warmed chilled air, water tight
monsoon thoughts, cleansed we see
wet bodies, fresh and free.
- O -
© jan 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes and media are here.
Who can answer this question _ The structure for each stanza increases by one syllable for each line of verse. The first stanza has 6 syllables / line for each line. The second stanza has 7 syllables / line and so on up to 10 and then reduces back to 6 .... and yet the meter doesn't change. How is this so?
crawl all over my skin.
Body heat trapped so
fresh hot tea helps the flow.
Teach me something, teach me quick
come in spinner, air's so thick.
Tropic nights watch moisture flow
rain and sweat from leaky brows.
Body fluids drip from melting chins
no breeze to caress dripping skins.
Monsoon roar dissolves local talk
tourists run while locals walk.
The rain invades this dark tempteous night
downpipes broken just off to my right.
Water cascading down chains below
where gardens of grass and pebbles grow.
She's chilled right out her lithe body persuades
he's splashed by puddles in sensuous play.
Wet shirt clings to golden beads on her skin
tempting soft whispers inviting him in.
Hard rain absorbs night shadows on streets
back lit by colours they'd like to meet.
Flashes of green to yellow wash red
restless movement of vehicles bled.
Crystals of light twinkle in time
on bricked pavements locked in design
by borders of concrete that form
those puddles, where ripples are born.
Rhythm slowed to some degree
wish they'd fall on bended knee
and belly breathe this lost night
the bluesy mood in flight.
Washed fresh, now feels just right
warmed chilled air, water tight
monsoon thoughts, cleansed we see
wet bodies, fresh and free.
- O -
© jan 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes and media are here.
Who can answer this question _ The structure for each stanza increases by one syllable for each line of verse. The first stanza has 6 syllables / line for each line. The second stanza has 7 syllables / line and so on up to 10 and then reduces back to 6 .... and yet the meter doesn't change. How is this so?
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Monsoon passion _
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