Unveiling Hidden Whispers: Bruce Louis Dodson’s Enigmatic Nepalese Journey in Verse
Have you ever paused to wonder what it feels like when the heavens weep in a city steeped in legend and spirituality? Kathmandu’s monsoon isn’t just a season—it’s a symphony of nature’s moods, where rain falls like Shiva’s tears and thunder rolls over jagged peaks, shaking the very soul of the valley below. Imagine the vibrant chaos as monkeys dash for cover in ancient wooden eaves, umbrellas bloom like wildflowers in bustling markets, and every drop of warm rain tells a story of renewal and reverence. This poem captures that breathtaking moment, a dance between earth, sky, and spirit—inviting us all to feel the pulse of a monsoon that’s as ancient as the temple stones themselves. If you’re intrigued by how poetry can paint such vivid landscapes and stir the heart, you might just find this piece unforgettable. LEARN MORE
In Kathmandu
Rain falls like Shiva’s tears
Great darkened clouds
Come roiling onto jagged peaks
Above the valley
Thunder echoes
Warm rain
Lightning scatters monkeys
Who take shelter in the wooden eves above a temple
As umbrellas blossom in the marketplace below.
Monsoon.
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