At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about one of the four elements: Earth, Fire, Water, Wind. I chose water.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Four Elements
“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was no just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual becoming.” Hermann Hesse
When Water Dies The swash and slap of the limpid roll for languid lolling in a temperate zone, as flounder flap and take the bait now unaccustomed to the oaken creak, a gift from the depths suppered for two, I recall the taste of salted lips that burned even as I licked them so, the smells are joy though my nostrils flare, and I catch your weeds of no compare, and my line is tangled, but without you I cannot bear the grief of dryness that your death will bring, and so I cup my hands that I may drink one more draught of your wet love. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Oh, Paul, lovely movement and alliteration. I can hear the waves slapping.
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Many thanks Sarah, much appreciated.
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You found a mermaid to love. You lucky guy. Your poetry has passion.💦
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🙂 thank you very much indeed.
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Life and death, so intricately woven into this piece. Very moving.
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Thank you so much Mish
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Mmmmm this piece though! Well done as per usual!
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Very kind Tammy, thank you.
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Most welcome!❤
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So beautiful
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Thank you
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