This poem was inspired by watching raindrops running down the window of my writing hut door, being awestruck by the videos of the Icelandic volcanic eruptions, my new understanding of gardening with nature, scientist’s predictions for the future of humankind on earth, and emotions stirred from the past while writing a memoir.
It began with the thought, ‘Are raindrops the world’s tears?’ and progressed to include the five basic emotions. I was surprised that disgust was one of these. It’s not an emotion I experience often, but maybe I am good at avoiding things which disgust me.
The poem doesn’t follow any poetic form that I am aware of. It craved repetition and pattern within its freedom of expression.
I’m hoping the larger message within is felt rather than understood.
Sadness pulls at our heart and soul,
Wrenches tears from our bodies.
Cleansing pain.
Leaving us purified.
Wearied.
When it rains, is the world crying?
Raindrops pulling at the essence of nature.
Wrenching pollution from the skies.
Cleansing torrents.
Leaving land purified.
Hopeful.
Anger pulls at every muscle in our body.
Wrenches control from our hands.
Cleansing violence.
Leaving us empty.
Weakened.
When storms grow and twist, is the world angry?
Wrenching the unwanted from the soil.
Cleansing disruption.
Leaving land bare.
Expectant.
Fear pulls our sanity apart.
Wrenches power from our bodies.
Cleansing vibration.
Leaving us shaken.
Exhausted.
Jenni Clarke
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