A Dominican Republic Minute

 

Waves massage the ivory beach,

a salty aroma swimming tranquilly

on the fins of the cool, sedative air.

A skinny, dark man shimmies up a tall, narrow tree,

the melodic lopping of his machete in harmony

with the soothing rhythm of the water

beating serenely on the shore.

Coconuts fall to the ground, roll, then rest,

unruffled, in the lanky, peacock grass.

Reviews

Just gorgeous! Been to the Republica Dominica, it was a stunning experience. This captures that essense of perhaps Punta Cana, in a literal sense. Of course, it's not so dazzling in the depths of the country's poverty, but the beauty of the people shines everywhere, so that this sentiment, I feel, encapsulates also the spirit that thrives through the entire country, from the slums and boiling huts of Santo Domingo, to the dirt roads of raw, bare feet and blazing hot fields of sugarcane, to the paradise of glittering ocean and ivory sands- the people are wonderful and really know true love!! Well-captured in this write! Fabulous!

[The Scanners See Sound]

Nice.

This is almost like an elaborate haiku.

I have to say I expected it to be a lot more violent, for whatever reason. I suppose you could say I was delighted by the disappointment of that expectation.

[Legion]

I am so there. :) Wonderfully vivid. Wish I was there for real. Oh, and I love your bio as well. Very funny and X-file-ish in a way. LOL