John Anderson Poet Rispetto

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Water, the Hub of Life.
Water is its mater and matrix, mother and medium.
Water is the most extraordinary substance!
Practically all its properties are anomolous, which enabled life to use it as building material for its machinery.
Life is water dancing to the tune of solids.
- Albert Szent-Gyorgyi (1972)
Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery (1900-1944), Wind, Sand and Stars, 1939

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The Fountainhead and Aftermath

Water my love, matrix, mother, sustainer.
Slips easily through my fingers, unconstrained.
It flows softly, all believing and seeing.
A living fountain, so free, and uncontained.
It's the fountainhead, the pulse that feeds the earth.
It's the medium of every breath and birth.
Its touch sustains every essence of our days,
In a flowing hymn that time itself obeys.


Yet when water goes, a watermark remains.
The scar of its absence etched in salt and rust.
A crust of sediment from dark regret stains.
A bitter nit grit that settles into dust.
It's not water's hand, but time's corroding breath,
that brands the world with the memory of death—
Its silent scourge true evidence of decay,
Of what, just pure water could not wash away.

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