Friday, February 27, 2009

Savanna Dust

Of all the things I've lost, I think I miss
the smell of rain on hot savanna dust
more than the rest. Imaginary kiss
of all the things I've lost.
I think I miss
the silent scorpion, the adder's hiss—
these loves I knew too well to ever trust—
of all the things!
I've lost, I think. I miss
the smell of rain on hot savanna dust.

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7 comments:

Granny Smith said...

It's no wonder that I turn to your Sunday Scribblings as they become available! In this perfectly constructed poem I can practically smell that acrid scent of water touching dry ground and can feel the stillness and awareness of the untrustworthy scorpion and adder.

Fledgling Poet said...

I agree...as soon as I read "the smell of rain on hot savanna dust", I literally smelled it as if I were standing there with the rain droplets pelting my skin. This was so beautifully written...

floreta said...

i like the repetition! and the imagery it conveys.

Tumblewords: said...

Your words are so vibrant and full of imagery. Wonderful...as always.

danni said...

the clarity of your memories so richly told with your craftful imagery --- beautiful post!!! - i love the smell of the rain in the air before it comes and that earthy odour when it finally hits the bare dry earth!!!

tess said...

It's Elizabeth Bishop gorgeous!

Neverending story said...

Beautifully written, I really enjoyed this.