I go where nothing’s bitter
and nothing sweet,
only clear water
below the mountain,
cleansed by stone
in dark caverns,
given to the light.
I go where nothing’s bitter
and nothing sweet,
only clear water
below the mountain,
cleansed by stone
in dark caverns,
given to the light.
Yo, Bro’! Magnificent…
I wish I had the gift of keeping things so succinct and clear. This is beautiful. I can almost taste it.
Downward spiraling to clarity…
Wow. Sometimes the very short poems are the most powerful. “Clear Water” does not allow saying it in other words–my mind is stopped. Before thought, said the Scholastics, is simple apprehension. Beautiful.
Oh, how I can feel the crisp,clean and cold immersion under the flow. I love your power of brevity.
Very nice, with a taste of haiku.
Clear water a beautiful image of the space I love inside myself where I am most at home as I am. have been gifted, am filled with gratitude and hope and with the sense that “All is well and all manner of things are well.” THANK YOU…
Don, I love your poems your heart and your soul.
Very nice. It reminds me of Cave Creek in Oregon where the creek comes out of the top of the mountain at the cave and flows down the mountain. The only place I’ve ever seen golden trout. The family was camping there in about ’92.
This is the holy grail of poetry, humble and brilliant at once.