I Can Taste The Distant Rain
written by: Johnch
It’s not without a dust ridden plain
Spotted with saltbush, not really green
Lying under stunted trees on leaf littered
Red earth
It’s not without rows of citrus trees
Spotted with orange bleb, not really red
Hanging off fertile trees on water soaked
Red earth
It’s not without a slow flow of murky water
Shaded under leaning gums, not really grey
Grasping onto cliff base on boulder strewn
Red earth
It’s not without a cloudless night
Adrift in slow turn, not really black
Hovering over unlit streets blacker, no
Red earth
It’s not without the drifting taste
Of rain on distant earth plucking
Memories hiding in the grief
Of my island soul
Waiting for its turn
Under red earth.
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt – The Taste of Memory
John writes poetry as a means of capturing the roaming sentences that spring to mind at any time often a reaction to his environment at the time. His poetry blog - Underlined on WordPress.
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