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Poem: Gentle water

Written by empressjournee

Photo Credit:  Ramesh Iyer

A gentle water, sprinkle on my feet

You held my hand running breathlessly.

I laugh, touch your face, as you chase,

and shout out: One, two, three!

We must!  We will! Run, jump,

into the deep blue sea!

like a young child, ‘How could this be?”

mmmh fresh air!  I feel so free;

smell like a blooming scented flower—

rising in my dream

A gentle water so clear, greenish,

Pleasant like the Caribbean sea.

Empress Journee

About the author


I was born in Jamaica West Indies, immigrated to the United States of America at the tender age of ten. I've had the great privilege as an uprising reggae singer to perform as an open act for various great singers like Dennis Brown, Calypso Rose and others I admired. I also had the great opportunity to meet Dr. Bettye Shabazz and other great leaders. Because of my divine supreme using giants and various people to help develop within and allowed the God consciousness of my mind to see the greatness of his love. I consider myself a wildflower, singer, poet, writer, and a great performer. I am working on strengthening all areas of my gifts.