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He stood on the rise
loosened his tie and just ran
remembering those days when
his mother and father
lived an angry indifference
that had drawn him here,
to the four winds
who’d encouraged him,
conversing about the ancient quadrilateral
of brown paper and string
that would take him to lost realms
of heart and mind,
he flew here regularly
his laughter lighting the darkness
of everyone near.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Superb writing Sir,thank you so much for sharing.
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Thanks for that Francis.
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You are most welcome.
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Oh! poignant and endearing!
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Thank you so much Dawn.
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You’re welcome, Paul. Like many who have been hurt, ‘injured’ even (not damaged, which has a different connotation), the resilience, the hope for something better, shines through. It’s a beautiful poem and, as always, a gorgeous pic 🙂
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Thank you Dawn for sharing, yes hurt is a powerful thing really.
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Be well.
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Thank you
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sad but uplifting, sounds like you’ve started your autobiography 🙂
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Yes, though more subtle, the real start was Hard Work, which describes the dynamic. Yes it’s leaking out slowly but surely, 🙂 thank you Kate
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well done, keep up the good work Paul!
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Thank you for the encouragement Kate. 🙂
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my pleasure!
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This painted such a clear and poignant picture.
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Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. Appreciated
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light in the darkness, yes.
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Yes indeed, that glimmer of hope, thank you for noticing.
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Reblogging this to my readers at sister site Timeless Wisdoms
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Thank you so much Ana
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You bet, brother 😚
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🙂
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Thank you
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Oh my, this got to my heart–made me fly for just a moment, till I looked down 🙂
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Don’t look down! 🙂
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Haha, okay 🙂
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Excellent.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Another beautifully deep poem – I love this one
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Yes, from the heart.
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