My poems are like sounds of flowing water, It tells of no serious things in particular; But little of people that wash others’ feet And the wild that call green forests home It talks of fauns that hide in crevices And dreamy waterfalls, happy to fall with currents, Rushing, flowing in streams and rivers, Out… Continue reading Sound of Water
Tag: Water
There was a land, somewhere in Africa
Where the rain won’t come for a long time
The people are lean from walking distances
In search of streams or rivers
But sometimes they get no water
For Crocodiles lived in those rivers
And they were always hungry, always!
So the men went with local guns
While the women followed with baskets
The distance was long and stones cut their feet
The children most times while struggling to climb the hills
Fall and faint… Same with women and men
A trip to the water side will take till mid day
And what was the prize?
Muddy, eel infested water from the earth!
Then, the river thinned out like the men
The sun took her toil, sucking away the moist
Once again, the people stayed without water
And crops withered with each morning sun
The land was barren, the people too…
And so was there crops and animals
A week went without rain…
People packed to leave the land
But then a child yelled excitedly
Pointing towards a growing cloud
That fast approached the clan
Then came the sound of the rumbling clouds
A light shower and the whole town went joyful
Some rain, some lifes… Africa…
No one will say, when the rain will go AWOL next
Commentary:
Many had died because of no good drinking water. Infact this is one of the major causes of human deaths in Africa. As we know, water is life and anything short of clean water can pose a serious threat to human lives.
This poetale is intended to draw attention to Africa’s major problem: lack of potable water. Now the poetale might sound relaxing but the real facts on ground are troubling. Africa needs water, and Africa needs your help and prayers. #Supportafrica, #HelpAfrica today.
I hear your swift surge
Like the snaky locomotive
Cockcroaching thro tunnels
And sighing along the way
See the waters clear as the sweet spring;
Leaping crystals surge forward in haste
The waters run in joy to other lands
Feeding the shorelines all this while
Pulling along the stray crab and the torn ferns
And letting the wooing breezes of the forest befall
me
A Haiku of Love
When there was love I saw the clouds Clear as the sweet spring Leaping in joyful haste
The Fisherman by Robin Bliss
He sits on the dock Peering intently into the water Hunched over Rod in hand Line through fingers Waiting A study in concentration The waves are lapping The sky is blue Sun is shining The white sand Yet He sees not the beauty He stares into the water Seagulls fly around Fighting noisily Over food… Continue reading The Fisherman by Robin Bliss
