Video taken last winter, Blackwood river, Augusta.
If I could choose
it would be gentle rain
that soaks the earth
and kisses my skin
on warm days
when faded desires
need to be refreshed
and parched thoughts
need to be slaked
that the soil of my soul
will once again
bear gifts.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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a day is a lot of stories. . .
WRITER
Just the collection of random thoughts.....
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Live Up The Senses
When I was young my dad would always say, "Crystal, you can choose your attitude." One day I chose to believe him.
Think about it
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“… and the soil of my soul …” ohhhh! your work is truly breathtaking. Thank you for sharing.
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That is very kind and – my pleasure.
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You’re welcome!
Words are like chocolate to me, meant to be savoured,and few writers are able to do this.
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Actually I feel the same about words, that is high praise.
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful, especially your ending!
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Thank you so much for that
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Wonderful metaphor.
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Thank you so much
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Yes, the ending seals the deal…perfect!
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That is very kind, thank you Sandy
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My pleasure.
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A lovely choice
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Thank you 🙂
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Oh, I would chose gentle rain too – so beautifully expressed, Paul.
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Thank you VJ, appreciate your kind words
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Always welcome, Paul.
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“…the soil of my soul…’ What a magnificent turn-of-phrase.
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Many thanks Tom
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You bet!
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🙂
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that the soil of my soul will once again bear gifts— love it! A very beautiful poem, Paul.
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Amy, thank you so much for your encouraging words
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Soil of my soul!
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Thank you so much Ruth
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You are welcome.
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“and the soil of my soul”, breathtaking poem Paul.
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Thank you so much for such a wonderful response
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Most welcome Paul.
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a master of words!
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Very kind Kate, I really appreciate your encouragement 🙂
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never understand why when you’ve left me standing in your dust 😉
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I am enjoying it, while it lasts 😉 but not the idea that others might be left out.
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I love this! It felt cleansing, but instead of solely running off and carrying the debris, the water gave life to the deepest roots. This is a poem to keep nearby for soulful rainy days. (And I do love feeling the rain.)
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Isn’t that feeling so glorious? Thank you for your thoughtful response
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It is, indeed, and you’re welcome. I’m truly a fan of your work!
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That is wonderful to receive and hear, thank you
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So beautiful! Loved this!❤️
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Thank you so much Richa 🙂
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Oh wow, oh wow oh wow…!
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This is so beautiful Paul!
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Thank you for saying that, much appreciated Punam
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Always a pleasure, Paul. 🙂
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I could feel the refreshment
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Wonderful
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Thank you VJ
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