The Monsoon's Last Breath
Poetry for August
The last breath marks a new beginning.
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August's
Heat wanes.
The last cicada calls me.
I tilt forward.
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I shift the air.
It pauses.
Goes still.
The wind's breath stops.
Draws in.
And goes silent.
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Palm leaves fold in.
Flat.
The chirping of birds
Goes unheard.
My hand
Is heavy.
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My gust lifts.
A metallic taste.
My dark clouds hang
Their mouths open
Ready to throw.
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They hold
One last
Breath.
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Then---
About to fall.
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ROAR.
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Never again the same--
Their last drop.
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Original nature poetry by Michelle Liew. AI tags are coincidental.
For Mikeydred's August Challenge:
and Vocal's The Road Drops Here Challenge:
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (8)
Youβve beautifully captured that weird, still moment right before a storm hits.
πLove this, Michelle
Brilliant work Michelle! So unique & beautiful!
This one feels like you bottled that exact, electric stillness before a stormβs finale.β¨
This was a sensory delight :) The short lines added to the weight of each word. Wonderful work :)
I love the form of this, and the words are great for the challeng
Beautiful nature poetry, Michelle. Very inspiring.
This was great. The monsoons last breath. You've got fantastic attention to detail, especially in relation to the palm leaves folding. I am happy we were still able to hear the call of cicada, even if it was the last. The mouth of the clouds hanging. Amazing, I love the out of the box thinking here. Lovely last line, ' never again the same, their last drop' I feel as though I am outdoors even though I am inside, good luck on the challenge. Nicely done, Michelle π€β€οΈππΎππΎ