Poetry

Water tree

Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free

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We have no way of dealing with the sea, drinking fresh water is fine by me but sea grasses do not fool me into visiting seabeds

Human hands stain the sea with detritus there is now no water music in the secret garden of the sea or of the land, moisturized air will tell you if you’re there where wastewater grips you.

Water is repetitive, water is the doyen of tides, menstrual cycles, sister moon’s loony tunes when water drips off your hand it drops into streams, rivers. seas.

Men construct bridges over turbulent waters, she is stuck on the brink of suspicion and despair; fear death by drowning is in the air. The river of life, is set within the placid lake that will cleanse the river Jordan

Today I am immersed by the sun. I break it to you: dreams do come true. the cylical course of clouds and waves and tides and rivers is continuous, contiguous within the shadow of this old water tree.

John E Marks

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