Poem: Harvest

Typhoon Glenda (International name Typhoon Rammasun) is about to hit the Archipelago. Though my region won't be hit directly, a typhoon will cause most of the country to share the same weather and not to mention an intensified monsoon. The current weather reminded me of an old poem I wrote on a stormy day while the movie 300 was showing on the television.  A friend even got the Greco-Roman feel in the poem.

Enclosed Wheat Field in the Rain or Rain by Vincent Van Gogh. Taken from Google.

I was thinking of re-posting an old poem that I am proud of as it was my first concise poem and a poem I had a friend and teacher check and edit for me.

Tickle the earth with a moment of great peace

Sending trickle torrents from grand albino fleece

Her rough palpable skin yearns his gentle caress

Pours love, dreams, initial outcry gropes, suppress

Thick cotton clumps , soaked drips, droplets, perspiration

The heavens hold endearing desperation

As liquid beauty lightly showers pleasing perfume

And hunger filled with the growing spring of life

As the war fulfills itself as the fog that sets strife

Spoils of the field puts asunder their short meeting

Dead drops now as life meets scythe upon the timely greeting

P.S. The italicized line: I want to keep it in the poem even if it doesn't rhyme with any other line.