Cascade

Flowing smoothly from the cavern above,
It purveys the fons et origo of life with love.
Filled with defilement of nature,
it is still a break in the clouds of life of human creature.
It quenches the down-and-out's thirst.
It freshens Odysseus's flesh and blood's burst.
The nadir windows the homing pigeon's face
revealing shadow of venality or probity without haze.
It is the silent whistle-blower of turtle dove's shibboleth.
It is the prime reflection of the face of Macbeth.
Oh, giver of life, continue to overflow the weirs
with sweet fastidious Adam's ale that bears
the benison of freshly-earthborn potentiality
to whom this avenue must receive with dignity.




Poetry by Jose Winston Soldevilla
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Written on 2012-03-29 at 15:05

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