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THE LANGUAGE OF RAIN by Janavi Held

 


The Language of Rain

 

Rain keeps plunging

in its sun stealing shapes

as grey shadows

take away the depth

of my sky blue.

 

Foggy messes

blanket me

in moist quiet.

 

Here,

noise is disguised

by languishing water drops

everything disappearing

into a satin sheet of weather

covering minds in introspection

and at home desires

fall into place.

 

That air,

heavenly air

carries my desire

to be in it

all the time

no indoor tomb for me.

 

I wish the rain

to never stop

and perpetually bring

these crazy July winds

always wet

through my ever-open windows.

 

Thunder comes 

on the heels of water

asking me to pay attention

waking me 

to outside fragrances

reminding me where I was born.

 

As a resident of this earth

I know

it is raining for me

because I have been dry

for too long.


(This poem will appear in a posthumous collection of poetry to be published in 2022)



Janavi Held
 (1965-2018) was a soulful dancer, artist, poet, photographer and yogini that was suddenly struck with an incurable illness in her forties, and spent the last five years of her life bedridden, writing poems. During that time, Janavi published her first poetry collection Letters to my Oldest Friend: A Book of Poetry and Photography, and had two of her poems 
shortlisted for the prestigious Hamilton House International Poetry Prize awarded by the University Centre Grimsby, and published in their anthology "Eternal". Janavi also contributed poems to two poetry anthologies, Bhakti Blossoms: A Collection of Contemporary Vaishnavi Poetry and GODDESS: When She Rules: Expressions by Contemporary Women. After a carefree childhood of writing poetry and wandering around with her father’s camera, Janavi dedicated herself to practicing Bhakti Yoga at age nineteen.She held a bachelor’s degree from Goddard College where she studied poetry, photography, and media studies. Janavi passed away peacefully in December of 2018 after having battled a brutal illness. She left behind over 4,000 poems, some of which are being curated into a posthumous publication to be published with Golden Dragonfly Press. You may read more of her poems and view her artwork on her website here and Facebook page here

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