I Walked In The Drizzle Poem by Madathil Rajendran Nair
I Walked In The Drizzle
I took my morning stroll in the drizzle
Up and down in Tucson
An umbrella resting on my shoulder
Between a grandma mesquite
Hunchback, her trunk and branches
Badly lacerated through years and years
Of exploitation by inhuman humans
And a conifer pine
Thrusting his head into the empty sky
In deep meditation in a philosophical high
The mesquite was senile
Dilapidated infirm
Asthmatic in the rain
The pine a scholar
Base fulsome
Head tapering into the void
I walked my old age path
As the mountains looked down veiled
Like Arabian dames
Between the two
In that unceasing spray of rain
Reminiscing my teenage walks
Of miles and miles
In the drizzle
Just to spot a pair of eyes
Flash, mascara-lined
Behind a window curtain
Or watch a river in abandon
After night-long heavy rains
Teenage infatuations
They were
Sweet to reminisce
On this morn of incessant drizzle
An umbrella resting on my shoulder
Bones in sweet pain and languor
May I
Again look for those beautiful eyes
Behind a curtain
Or savour the fulsomeness
Of a youthful river in spate
Its course now bone-dry
Verily, pleasures of natural beauty are associated with the pleasures of youthful life that leave a permanent mark On one's psyche, A good depiction indeed
All admiration for the poet who sees hunchback of mesquite and scholarly disposition of a lone pine and reminisces the lovely eyes behind curtains of bygone years. What a magnificent walk in the drizzle!
Taking morning troll in drizzle is very amazing to view of life in daily activity. Very amazing expression shared definitely....10
I see that Tuscan is an inspiration for you. You love this place and i see the beauty that you see through this poem. Poetry flows through every line. Its movements catch me like the rain drops. And suddenly the gushing words, emerges the reality in life – a pair of eyes at the window! Line after line of riveting verses. Excellent.
A solitary walk through the less trodden tracks with sweet youthful memories of beautiful eyes that peered from behind the curtain! The drizzle adds flavour to the romantic air created! Loved reading the poem with the figurative description of the old mesquite and pine trees!
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It seems that Arizona is a muse for you, Madathil. It is funny how the older one gets, the more things remind of other, earlier things. Whether they be purely general, or the specific time you saw a special ladies beautiful eyes, waiting for you behind curtains. A romanticized poem that I enjoyed very much