When Water Dies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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

Photo: Taken the day after a winter storm at Cape Leeuwin.

“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 ®️ 

9 Comments

Filed under beach, boats, death, ecology, Free Verse, grief, life, poem, quote

9 responses to “When Water Dies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Oh, Paul, lovely movement and alliteration. I can hear the waves slapping.

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  2. You found a mermaid to love. You lucky guy. Your poetry has passion.💦

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  3. Life and death, so intricately woven into this piece. Very moving.

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  4. Mmmmm this piece though! Well done as per usual!

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