Watercourse

[DavidMc]

I remember the cicadas call on summer nights
lost in translation before the moon rose,
full faced, and beaming over the thirsty earth...
aloe vera and olive trees competing for my fall

as Many times I walked alone toward the granite towers
along the acequia the genius of the moors contrived,
to wet the appetite of mother natures bounty;
staving off the desert that encroaches like a hungry goat.

stepping through the almonds avocados and luscious figs,
between the vines that slake a million thirsty bodegas...
I often wondered what would have happened if wine
had remained uncorked and water never run its course

[anirbas]

Glowing, vibrant visuals; riveric tempo/flow. Beautiful offering, David!
Thanks for sharing and great to see you hanging out and banging at the keys
with the rest of the poetical crew! A truly beautiful piece...It just is...Sabrina.

[soulfir3]

so tranquil. makes me wish i was there

[ingradreams]

David, I believe you've been able
to tap into derams that I've had
about something just like the way
you've defined it in this poem.

I'm really glad to read these words.
This poem is in fact those dreams.
It feels complete to me now.


Thank you.

[pamela]

Such beautiful imagery here. Your opening drew me right in and the remainder kept me there.

Pamela

[DavidMc]

Thank you all for the kind comments

David

[Bronwyn]

mm, delicious poetry....
all of that and more found falling as loosely
as the water-as-wine caves-in to the soul.
very delightful to read this.

[DavidMc]

Thanks Bronwyn, I'm glad you enjoyed it

David