Photo: a derelict steam engine cab, outside the Gwalia Museum.
Derelict Dereliction
A macabre vision irrupts the scene
of rust and rotting plaster
a sombre funeral for the eyes
deposited for all to see
cast off, derelict,
left for dead,
as if nothing really counts,
and, as with metal,
or with plaster
one might say,
so with flesh and blood,
when we disregard each other.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
ouch packs a punch in that last line .. great imagery to lead into it …
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Thank you Kate for your reflection on this, wow.
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you have talent 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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welcome ⭐
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🙂
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😀
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the hollowness of that structure mirrors your last line and vice versa – makes me pause
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Wow, thank you for sharing that Gina.
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Powerful on so many levels. For me, it conjures up “The Wall” in all its disregard for humanity…
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Ah yes, The Wall, such a great modern icon for disregard (and including Pink Floyd’s observations), thank you so much for sharing.
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Painfully true.
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Yes, painfully true.
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Very deep – confronting challenging
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Yes, from our many experiences.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Very kind, thank you for that.
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