Dissemination:
if only i’d studied limnology
known the risks before the vows
you struck your claim
eutrophication initiated
your selfish need transfigured me
into a closed hydrologic system
an endorheic basin
Diverting:
my watershed confined
by the mountains of your entitlement
playas expanding, vanishing profunda
no outflow, what am i?
minerals deposit as diversity wanes
Diametric:
tiny nourishments i praised
rain evaporating away
soon i accepted my fate
until it felt natural to be so small
initiating ecological shifts
this dwindling pool reflects you well
Dissecting:
photic volume decreased
remiss in loving me
as you tamed those wilds
beyond the littoral zone
that so invaded your mind
undermined your control
Diallage:
this lake is a dry salt bed
alkali flats expanding
hypoxic initiators
steal all the oxygen
Divorce:
dying, i wound up in the sky,
far from you
Chromapoetica 
love the metaphor anna.. well written as we are used from you and deep with meaning, stunning details and great parallels… you are such a word artist..thoroughly enjoying your writing madame
Thank you Claudia, that is a stunning compliment. I so appreciate dVerse, having an outlet for expression and feedback is invaluable, you’re wonderful.
and in the end that might be the best thing that could happen to you…sadly…ugh…death by starvation of love…not a fun way to go…
It’s not a happy write tonight though a great weight has been lifted. Thank you for dVerse (see my reply to Claudia above).
Read it three times and the brilliance and emotional intelligence is wonderful albeit a sad subject. Well done.
Emotional intelligence doesn’t get the attention it deserves. Thank you for the kind comment, nice to meet you.
Anna,
It may not be a happy write, but just take comfort in the fact that you do write. I do not know how people that do not write get rid of the things tha bother them.
This is a stunning piece. I loved it even as I can relate to its pain.
http://timkeen40.wordpress.com
Me either. Thank you Tim for the kind compliment; I’m sorry to hear you can relate to the pain.
Beautiful, Anna. Your words are stunning in so many ways.
I fear I currently relate heavily to:
‘your selfish need transfigured me’ and
‘soon i accepted my fate
until it felt natural to be so small’
I’m glad you were able to get this out and from your comments, it sounds like it relieved some heaviness. Thank you for sharing : )
-Eva
I’m sorry to hear that Eva, take good care. Thank you for your kind comments.
i adore that ending, anna. it’s perfect.
Thank you, it came full circle, true to life.
my watershed confined
by the mountains of your entitlement–that sprang out at me first, and then the basin and its plight, the drying up and cracking, the dwindling pool that still reflects because that is the nature of light..the whole metaphor is tight and works desperately well any way you turn it…a luminous piece, Anna, beautiful writing, and I hope, beneficial writing.
Thank you Joy, it was good to say it aloud so not to fester with it. Things will be much harder as we begin to tell everyone we know.
Sad and deep, a lovely write, Anna.
Thank you Ayala.
Intense and beautiful, Anna. You create fabulous tension between the concrete and the seemingly abstract, inner/outer– I especially loved:
Diverting:
my watershed confined
by the mountains of your entitlement
playas expanding, vanishing profunda
no outflow, what am i?
minerals deposit as diversity wanes
I love those beaches and profundities… xxxxxj http://parolavivace.blogspot.com
Thank you Jenne’ I especially appreciate the comment about the tension between inner/outer it’s part of how I experience the world. I need the specificity of language to intensely describe/pin down yet the freedom of metaphor to explore if that makes any sense. One way or another it leads to tension and it’s good that comes out in the work. This, of course, was a particularly tensive piece.
Very interesting use of scientific terms. They work wonderfully as a relationship metaphor. I had to go look some of them up but it was worth it to be able to delve into your lovely poem.
Thank you Joanne, and especially for taking the time to look the words up!
,,,ah, your end just took the breath away… such a tragic scene, though i must admit i had to look for the taste of some words somewhere to fully digest your dish. Thanks for a great read!
Good day.
~kelvin
Thank you Kelvin, eutrophication is key, the death of the lake as it evaporates into the sky.
i read you literally which is perhaps not intended.
and so i worry for someone escaping through death.
but perhaps the death is metaphorical
representing a change of state or a change of social context?
great and difficult transitions regardless i think.
especially after a long time within one landscape.
who am i when i am not externally defined?
how could i be in a different context?
what would i be able to offer? how would i fit?
after reading your poem i drove under tall trees in the rain
it felt quenching and hopeful
perhaps the rain is an opportunity for rebirth or growth?
our world has many difficult landscapes
ecologically and socially, perhaps they are both born
of the same kind of thinking.
it is probably a silliness but i find planting trees
is a way of imagining i have some kind of useful outflow.
thanks for a thoughtful poem. best wishes for rain =)
Sorry for that Janet, death ties back into the beginning – eutrophication is a complex process that can be increased by environmental stressors. It involves the growth of certain organisms that slowly suffocate life, salinization as minerals are deposited, and the lake dies as it evaporates. The death referred to at the end is the death of the relationship. I’m sorry if I’ve caused you any distress.
Now that the lake is in another form then rain is a lovely metaphor. The water will transition its landscape (and you’re right it will be immensely difficult but liberating I think). This has been happening for a long time so I’m somewhat prepared for the transition. I always appreciate the planting of trees. Thank you for your thoughtful response.
Anna…an absolutely breath taking write, as always…but my heart is left broken. There is always sadness to endings…grieving and coming to terms before one can turn toward new adventures. We’re here for you….
How perfectly you’ve put this Tash, thank you for your soothing and compassionate words.
Its so amotional that I can not think about any thing then about my senses… Your likes are provocative… as well as reminds me of the words that I have used in my own verse at dVerse submission…
‘this lake is a dry salt bed
alkali flats expanding
hypoxic initiators
steal all the oxygen”
Thank you for sharing…
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-tears-in-rain.html
Thank you Shashi, nice to meet you, your title suggests the water intermingling. I’ll come read your poem soon.
Tone set so well from the start. I read a poem a while back where the viewpoint is reversed — the personna describing how their own needs deprive the other person. And then yesterday read a poem that covers this topic a bit from more neutral view: (http://bennaga.wordpress.com/2011/11/08/flies/) making the point that one attempts to escape their personal prison at the expense of the other’s freedom.
It is unfortunate that one person often ends up taking the other for granted — or worse stiffles the other’s individuality and/or freedom and happineess. Hopefully the process of realization coupled with the strength to leave happens sooner rather than later.
I love how this poem is in sequential time-base segments and of course, you start each section with “Di” or “Dis” balancing “two” against “apart” end up with divorce (two turning away from earch other.)
Sorry that your are writing this from personal experience. There are so many opportunities for great, balanced, passionate yet civilized relationships. Sometimes good to have had one that was so wrong to really know how blessed one is when they get one that is so right!
First, thank you for the link, I enjoyed it, quite original. Second, I appreciate your understanding of the structure. Seeing the “two”/”apart” undergirding the poem as I find in personal writes, if they’re to have any use to anyone else, I need a foundation to build upon. The benefit of leaving is that I may experience a relationship like the one you describe. Thank you for your thoughtful and insightful comment.
Forgot to mention the beauty of the title — the solution being the disolving.
One of my difficulties is that I approach problems with a how can I fix this mentality. I am learning that sometimes things are irrevocably broken so ‘the solution being the dissolving’ is a truth I am coming to terms with.
Can really feel the emotion pour from you in this piece. Glad it wasn’t disturbing or brought disaster, directly. haha loved the way you used the all d words.
Yes, I’m not dying :). Thanks for the visit I’ll be by soon!
Such a sadness within such a beautifully composed piece. The architecture is aligned, yet disjointed, if only briefly near the end, yet when referring back the symmetry can be understood. I find beauty within consistence, yet also find extreme bliss in designed incongruity. The backdrop/thematic stage for your piece is well, simply put, water. Water carries so much symbolism itself, perhaps the most symbolic of all: The Chinese considered water to be the home for dragons, as water was viewed as the place where all life comes from. In India water is revered as the preserver of life. Alchemists, initially, gave quicksilver the name of water for it’s relation to prime matter. In Irish Mythology, Domnu, was the water god that represented the abyss, or as they saw it, extreme wisdom. Birth itself has attachments to water. There are more, many many more, but these are all I can think of right now. So with this in mind, the tone clashed the symbolism, sad yet beautiful in composition.
Then, while writing this comment, it struck me, that which should’ve been my initial thought of symbolism for water. Baptism. Rebirth.
Anna, endings can be difficult, yet many times the necessity of the closing door is to prevent a continuance of draft, yet we often allow emotion to cloud rationalization and therefore are left seated in numbness. I screwed the proverb up but it’s along that line- now you’ve been able to “close” a door, I hope you’ll find what you need, deserve.
Anyway, I admire you for A. being able to compose such a magnificently textured piece in such a personal place. B. That you honor us all by sharing.
Thank you for sharing all the beautiful mythic traditions and how water functions symbolically. As I was reading through I said yes, yes, yes, yes and then thought but maybe I missed conveying my primary message in the poem. Then you said it, baptism, rebirth – here the water is transformed and transported away so that it may fulfill some of its potential to preserve life, live into wisdom, be a source of life, and much more. I have regained my perspective and rationality, finding strength in renewed energy. Your thoughtful response is deeply appreciated. I think my personal poetry stint is over (both to my relief and I’m sure my subscribers and I look forward to returning to sources of inspiration outside myself). I am tired of being numb and afraid.
“this dwindling pool reflects you well”–I think this is my favorite line. You make this great sadness into such an intelligent and illuminating description. I admire the way the metaphor of water kept its integrity throughout. Very fine piece.
Mine too Steve. Thank you for such a wonderful compliment, I wrote it yesterday and had to trust it was complete. I’ll be by to read your poem soon.
brilliant use of language!