Photo: Lake Brown looking west to the setting sun.
“Filthy water cannot be washed.” African Proverb
A Point Of Grief
There’s majesty in this ancient death,
just to walk the barren shore and
take in the necrosis of dead trees
and pinkish water,
nothing lives here
except the salt, of course,
a living death
that burns to the touch,
even the wind moves
in eerie reverence
across its tortured surface,
a millennia of dying
offering a point of grief
to all who long for something more
in this tortured world
of love and loss.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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You are an absolutely amazing poet Paul. I love thus
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That is such a lovely compliment, thank you so much.
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Beautiful and poignant
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Thank you so much Cheryl 🙂
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😊
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This is fabulous!
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Very kind, thank you for the wonderful compliment.
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What’s going on with that lake, Paul? Your description reminds me of The Salton Sea in California, which is always battling against its own death 😦
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It is an ancient and natural salt lake. Not all salt lakes are the result of human intervention. The salt is still harvested for commercial use, and it is now in a protected reserve. It is quite beautiful in its own way.
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It’s good timing to receive your gift of poetry, as my family and I grieve the loss of my brother on his birthday.
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O I am sorry to hear that, I hope that gift is at least a small balm.
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Yes, it is.
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Wonderful 🙂 so glad there’s something in it.
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WOWWWWW, I’m otherwise struck dumb by your writing.
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powerfully poignant … what we do to our environment and each other …
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Sadly so. Thank you Kate.
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That is so beautiful and sad – brings back lovely memories of this place though
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It sure does, I have very strong emotions around that photo.
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The photograph captures the poignancy of your words, and vice versa. I especially love the last four lines. So beautiful.
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Thank you very much Sandy.
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You’re welcome! (Sandy?!)
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Oh I’ve jumped a queue, sorry Dawn 🙂
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Haha …. it was an ouch moment! I’m an ‘invisible’ child, so my reaction came from deep within!
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Sorry, yes, I sense what you’re saying.
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🙂 All good!
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🙂
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Thank you so very much Dawn, this one came very quickly, and seemed to come out of the feelings of the day.
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You’re welcome. Yes, the best source for writing.
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I have a view that the poems come to us, find us.
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Very beautiful, a sad and eerie truth
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Sad indeed, thank you 🙂
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Love this, the flow.
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So glad you enjoyed it. Thank you.
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For sure!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Much appreciated Charles
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Very fabulous, Paul!
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Thank you so much Michael 🙂
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A powerful tribute and lament.
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Yes, came from deep within, thank you Carol.
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