Wednesday, June 3, 2009


Sorrow plummets down to the ocean's floor
where sightless creatures need only mouths
to strain the salt
from what they devour,
and panoramic vistas can never be explained
to a universe pushing
against a surge of light.
Seeking an answer in a cave of darkness,
pivoting to open and close my skin,
will I receive a clear balance
on the scales of justice?
No longer buoyant, I sink,
pour my tears into a cup to mix with the sea.
Who can tell which is my salt?
For all the sorrow in the deep
can't be perceived
by beings blind from the outset.
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Natalie said...

Too true.xx♥

Unknown said...

Very deep, Lyn. And wherever did it come from? Our salt mixing in the ocean, the individual no longer distinct. Very thought provoking.

Lyn said...

Hi Nat-
Thanks..wish it weren't so!

Lyn said...

Hi Derrick-
Indeed..where does poetry come from? The way I write at times, it's almost like being in a trance!Writing lets you go there!

Deedee said...

*sigh* These words ring so true.

Lyn said...

Hi Deedee-
Yes, I tried to make some sort of sense! Thank you...

A Cuban In London said...

'For all the sorrow in the deep
can't be perceived
by beings blind from the outset.'

That's a quote to put on a header. It left me both speechless and pensive. It brings to mind the suffering of people we think happy. It reminds me of inner turmoils that cannot be explained because of the implications. It's a very good poem. Many thanks and I hope you are well, both outside and inside.

Greetings from London.

Lyn said...

Greetings to A Cuban-
Thank you for your thoughtful comments..I love keeps me true, doesn't let me is true to the moment I'm in. And when the moment changes to happiness, I can grab that too!!
When I tell the truth in poetry, I don't need a shrink!!

A Cuban In London said...

'I don't need a shrink!!'

I've always thought that they are surplus. We humasn have the capacity to change ouselves without lying down on a couch. if more of us wrote poetry and tried to explore our inner selves, there would probably be fewer wars and conflicts in the world.

Greetings from London.

Lyn said...

Hi to A Cuban-
I so agree with you..that's why I think "artists" are the most fortunate people..being willing and able to convert their explorations into art itself!!!
Gremlin blog attack the last few days..grrrrr....

Tom Atkins said...

Such sadness, written with such power.

Lyn said...

Hi Tom-
Thank you..I do believe in catering to one's mood!

gerry boyd said...

Nice. From the sea we've come, to the sea you have returned. Bravo!

Lyn said...

Hi Gerry Boyd-
Thanks so much..yes, the sea is the place!!

Anonymous said...

Sometimes when we can't explain where something comes from, those are the times that true feelings show. Of course I am loving this, you.Salt tears always mingle with my own.

Lyn said...

Hi SarahA-
As you know, when we start to write, something just happens..I'm glad for the process..hope it keeps on happening!!
Thank you...


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