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My Mind Was Unmade
My inertia sailed in on a full spinnaker
on a Sunday afternoon,
of course I had other things to do,
but my mind was unmade
and my limbs undirected.
So I took a moment,
and toasted the afternoon,
and I thought,
for the briefest of moments,
that I might just sail back again,
but instead I stayed and talked to the dolphins.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Ah yes…inertia…a force with which to contend…as I age.
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Yes, that’s where it came from 🙂 and I find many things are not as important or urgent as I once believed.
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most creative, love the analogy 🙂
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Many thanks Kate:)
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you’re most welcome PaulVC
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🙂
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Lovely! Such afternoons are never wasted 🙂
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So true Rupali 🙂 I hope for more
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Me too.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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glad you liked it, thank you.
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I felt taken to this place with you
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Let’s stay there – many thanks Lyn
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