Ecstasy
By onemorething
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My metal belly of a salmon -
my history is magnetic,
draws me back from the spume of sea
to the froth of a river, this liquid past
that I know, that rushes through gills,
hammers the heart to the work of the liver.
I know the sting of salt and the pierce of clarity
of fresher water, it takes every cell of me
aligned to a single purpose; these returns
can be an agony, to push and leap
for craved truths, and when I leave behind
the free rise of the black wings of cormorants,
I hear the herons' laments,
but a salmon is willed onward,
and like them, we adjust and adjust our course
and nature even against the flow,
we keep our secrets amongst the pebbles,
we lay down our hopes -
the pain of living is also its ecstasy.
Image from pixabay.
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so many beautiful lines about
so many beautiful lines about strength of spirit, you are brilliant at making words ten times more powerful by being together
"liquid past"
"pierce of clarity"
"craved truths,"
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Much knowledge of nature and
Much knowledge of nature and subtle, personal metaphorical thoughts again! Rhiannon
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Hi onemorething,
Hi onemorething,
You describe so well how salmon are masters of determination, how their instincts lead them on this long journey to lay their eggs, then apparently they also die which is so sad, but nature's cycle of life I suppose.
Jenny.
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I love the layers in this one
I love the layers in this one - some beautiful imagery and again, such a fascinating creature. This has been a wonderful week for nature poems on ABCTales hasn't it!
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Hi
Hi
Beautiful poem, not only about the salmon, who I shall regard in a different way when I eat them now, but the comparison to similarities in all our stuggles.
Jean
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