Where I Am – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Solitude/Solitary – RDP Thursday

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Photo: One of my favourite places, Jindalee, a true solitude as with many places in the centre.

“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Where I Am

Can I really bear myself
in silent quarters close,
to shut the door of every noise
allowing my mind to freely wander
and not count the cost of clocks
or the doings of productive minds,
to surrender instead to a
productive nothing,
can I trust the silence that
brings me to myself,
can I be with me,
just me,
for wherever I am,
there solitude waits.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

49 Comments

Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, meditation, mindfulness, poem, Spirituality

49 responses to “Where I Am – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. A good question and a difficult situation at times. Everything rushes in

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  2. Beautiful poetry Vincent.

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  3. for wherever I am,
    there solitude waits….i love this Paul..truely wherever we are solitude awaits

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  4. Beautifully penned, Paul. I love the lines especially this ”can I trust the silence that
brings me to myself,”

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  5. On Mediatation? So difficult to be totally in the present!

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  6. So hard to surrender to a productive nothing. Wonderful piece, Paul.

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  7. I always liked solitude, but I fear total disconnection, which can be a danger when you become too much of a recluse.

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  8. This is beautiful. From our writing I know you and I seek and able to find this.

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  9. One can! I’m blessed right now with true solitude every day, and couldn’t be happier about it! Poet’s heaven!

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  10. I know someone who cannot. This is the first time I’ve heard another express it quite like this. You are a man of much insight, Paul.

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  11. Oh how this speaks to me. When I was first sick – confined to bed, with no stimulation – I ended up exactly in this place, and believe me, faced with one’s self and no escape is most uncomfortable – or at least it was for me.

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  12. I can so well relate to the thoughts in this poem. I am quite comfortable in my own skin, away from the madding crowd as it were, but idleness is impossible for me. I must always be doing something, if not chores, then reading or writing, walking, folding laundry … something! Beautiful poem, as yours always are.

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  13. a good definition of true north. I ask myself that question every day.

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  14. lync56

    I resonate with this one – beautifully put – I love the line “productive nothing” – a word for me

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  15. krc

    great quote by Goethe

    👍✏🌈

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  16. Loved this, Paul! Perfect line – “to surrender instead to a
    productive nothing”

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