Burble!
Gush over rocks
Flow through mountainsides and waterfalls.
Faucets fill flutes to the brim
Brightening, gladdening hearts,
Moving to the sound of life
We look out, over the river of flowers
The bed upon which children swim
As water turns from liquid to gas
Our hands hold tight this cup of dreams
Wherein reflections flow:
From mother, power, lover.
But who can fathom these forms?
Birthed from the purest of love
The bloodline of life
Drawing into the well of our beings
Wherein reflections flow:
From father, power, lover.
Who can fathom these mysteries?
The parched grass whispers…
But who will listen to the still sound of water,
Drizzling, burbling on this land?
Sshhhhh!
Listen!
The river of flowers is a blessing
A blessing thirsty daughters yearn for
Of women carrying gourds waiting to fill them up.
A song of trees young male birds long to hear
Sometimes you wonder if this is not what sons have prayed for,
The lads, men with beards, and grandfathers with hair falling out all sing about
Water:
An art
Water:
A science
Fluidity.
Mpho Mmathapelo Molekoa is a writer based in Pretoria and is passionate about both the written and spoken word. She enjoys writing poetry, short stories and inspirational articles. A lover of art, food, travel, wellness, she believes in writing for purpose, inspiration and love.