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Climatic Dream Analysis

by Kathleen Wilson

orographic
moisture of
desire forced by wind
to rise

in this zone of subduction
the pull is unmistakeable
where behind sea floor
melted folded and faulted

compression
forces the new
in whose mountains
deeply notched valleys

young soil susceptible
to earthslips
transitory fertility of leaf fall
limited to terraces along the river

in those higher elevations
the night cooling causes
a linguistic condensation
and here you have it

this essential rain of words
my thunderstorm for you
as my landmass heats up more quickly
than the sea

04/28/2007

Author's Note: This is the second poem written during our travels to San Juan, Puerto Rico.

Posted on 04/29/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/29/07 at 03:52 AM

On the language alone, this might be one of the most interesting pieces you've written yet. It's got a very relaxed, but somehow, still kind of quick to the point, feel going for it. Which I really like.

Posted by Sarah Graves on 04/29/07 at 04:20 AM

oh, I adore this. You bring this beautiful scene to life for the reader. I like the awareness that you have that you're writing from it, not about it. You seem to put a touch of seduction from this "dream." Great read, as always :) p.s. a typo in 'linguistc' needs the 'i' :)

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/29/07 at 07:07 AM

I love where you go with this in S5 & S6. Your travels make for grand poetics! Thanks.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/29/07 at 12:30 PM

Your thunderstorm drenches my corner of the world with most welcome nutrients. :)

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/29/07 at 03:09 PM

Marvelous turn of words here. You have nailed this island and returned me there feeling the heat, humidity, afternoon quick-approaching-quick-dumping thunderstorms - drives up and down through notches in tropical laden hills- and your last two stanzas make it so you - your essential rain of words!!

Posted by Laura Doom on 04/29/07 at 07:12 PM

A veritable deluge of geophysical data to analyse and analogise...I have a question regarding ambiguity and neologistics :)

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 05/01/07 at 03:15 AM

now...this is one poem that truly reflects the steaming nature of the burning rainforest. the visual stimulation is running wild, like a game of hide and go seek in the deep amazon, pointing out the things that arouse you...in some way or another. it does feel like a dream. a dream about a biology class dealing solely with things that intrigue. tons of heavy ideas and color-loaded canvases. nature is sexy isn't it? this is more than just a saucy number, but rather a beautiful one too as it could be perceived as innocently intimate or scorching. impressive as usual kw, this one gives the chance for some interpretation as well. a delicious, exotic apple.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/01/07 at 08:47 PM

Oh boy, is it hot in here or what? Hope you enjoyed lounging on the white Puerto Rican sand. It's totally beautiful there. But these words almost match Don's for tectonic activity. Let the rain fall, let the earth tremble...let the, uh...dang, close the curtains! They need some privacy in here. ;-)
~Chelle~

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 05/03/07 at 09:34 PM

Thank you for letting us travel with you and for bringing the climate to us. smh

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 05/07/07 at 09:29 AM

This piece appeals to both my creative and scientist minds. This may be my favorite of yours and of course another of which goes into my favorites. You must have been walking on the rainforest clouds in your ecstacy of writing!!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/08/07 at 10:57 AM

you take a place like Puerto Rico or you take an object, something that someone discarded along the way or took for granted and you happen upon it with fresh eyes and then you who know what to make of found objects such as this trip, you turn into art, which is given a new context and niche to which we find no problem to give our nod of appreciation.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/12/07 at 07:47 AM

if any one can make the boring subject of the effects of vulcanism uplift into an interesting poem, I am not surpised it is you, Kathleen

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 05/12/07 at 10:13 AM

Brings to mind images of earth in shapes of flesh, very enjoyable.

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