Seasons Out Of Time

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Savoir Vivre

Arabica claims my soul,
and I fold into myself.
Nursing, caressing ceramic,
contours of the mind explored,
a joie de vivre.

Pleasure fills and shutters me,
with a kind disregard for all.
Shuffling The Daily, scraping chairs,
pling and clicking banished,
My visa is for mellow ground.

Grief, a presence felt, “How was that?”
But how could I explain?
Ambrosia? Words inadequate.
A meditation slowly unfolding.
“Perfect.” I said.

The spell now broken I come ashore,
leaving kairos, chronos pulling
its quotients ever draining.
But I,
I prefer seasons out of time.

©Paul Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

16 Comments

Filed under life, meditation, mindfulness, poetry, seasons, Spirituality

16 responses to “Seasons Out Of Time

  1. Beautiful. ” A meditation slowly unfolding” Exquisite.

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  2. Wonderful. Last line WoW

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  3. Beautifully penned!

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  4. I could feel the spell breaking.

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  5. lync56

    Wow great poem

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