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The wounding of living runs deep
though I sometimes do not speak it,
and sometimes I’m unaware
till a time of its awakening
fully felt in all its bruising,
and I would hold these wounds,
these bruises,
and nurture the pain all the more
were it not for your soothing
whispers, your demulcent touch.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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This is beautiful, Paul.
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Thank you so much Punam 🙂
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You are welcome. 🙂
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A notably good poem (and I’ll confess, a new word-of-the-day for me)
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Very much appreciated Robert thank you.
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Beautiful 💕
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Many thanks 🙂
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My pleasure 💞
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Nice
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Much appreciated.
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🙂
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Learnt a new word today. Thanks Paul. This is simply so beautiful 💖
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Thank you so much Radhika. 🙂
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This is wonderful!
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Thank you so very much for that Luisa.
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😊🏵😊
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Much appreciated Luisa, thank you.
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Ah!
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🙂
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Beautiful, indeed.
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“demulcent” is an interesting word – had to look it up – really works here.
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I so enjoyed my English and literature classes 🙂 thank you VJ
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❤️ the poem especially lines 4 and 5. New word for me too. We all need this touch from time to time.
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I believe we do, it is healing and nurturing, thank you, yes, 4 and 5, the crux of life’s issues.
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One starts to heal where one hurts the most but I know some people avoid the pain in various ways and prolong the journey.
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I indeed, I too know some, sad ☹️
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Beautiful Paul.
I regret not studying language/literature.
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It doesn’t effect your writing though 🙂
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You are very kind Paul.
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True 🙂
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🙂
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Beautifully penned, Paul!
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Thank you Eugenia, lovely compliment.
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My pleasure!
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I feel this expressed here.
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Nice to know it spoke something to you, thank you.
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They do, just hard to put into words ; )
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Oh that is very beautiful – sometimes the source of too
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Yes, I think that too.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Appreciated 😀
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Always a privilege to share you posts, My Friend!
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🙂
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A beautifully painful image of unfulfilled love.
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Yes, that yearning, 🙂
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🙂🙂
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Beautifully written. Inspiring indeed.
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This is lovely, Paul! ❤
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Many thanks Susi.
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🙂 You’re welcome!
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