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“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” Oscar Wilde
The Sea Of Truth
The sea of truth is rent as a
westerly whips across the sound,
so much is indistinct as waves crash
fiercely holding but for a moment
then folding into each other,
no latitude here,
only the mollusks are indifferent,
unashamed of their resistance
to this vast body of similitude
that shapes the destiny of granite
with ease and holds the sands
in no esteem, consuming tubs
traversing meaning, skating
the peaks alone,
and I stand on the groin
seeing everything and nothing
exhausting itself, spent in anger,
so much is indistinct.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Gordian knots of unseeing
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Yes, very much so. Thank you Ana.
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I love the metaphor, you’d used in this. Have a beautiful evening. Paul! Best wishes, Michael
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So glad you liked it Michael.
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:-))
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The poem and picture together present quite a poignant thought. I wouldn’t want to be standing anywhere near that raging sea! 🙂
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Too dangerous, thank you Christine.
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Nice! I love the indifferent mollusks. Great image.
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Many thanks 🙂
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only the mollusks are indifferent,
unashamed of their resistance
unashamed of their resistance
to this vast body of similitude
that shapes the destiny of granite
with ease and holds the sands
in no esteem
I love it! Such great imagery!
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Thank you for taking time with this poem Dwight, very much appreciate your response.
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I love all your hidden meanings in your beautiful imagery!
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Thank You 🙂
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What an unusual metaphor for truth with many layers to contemplate. Very effective.
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Yes, it was sitting in my mind for a while, I really needed to get it out. Echoes of Matthew Arnold.
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I’ll have to refresh my memory on Matthew Arnold. I last read him in my literary theory class in college.
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Dover Beach comes to mind. 🙂 Sorry to push the memory.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Don’t fall in.
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Very true – a poem beautifully deep with meaning
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Beware the herd really, thank you Lyn.
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