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Transported
He often sought the solace of the hallway,
to capture views and hold them
ever dreaming escapes
touching the light on the
gleaming window frames
then travelling to worlds yet to be discovered,
one day he was so utterly transported
he was unaware of the passage of time,
and he wakened in a cloister,
the air was welcoming and he
determined to stay as long as possible
feeling drawn to the stillness
and the faint sounds of
plainsong that washed over him,
he’d never known such peace.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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This is really a beautiful poem. The lines take us too to another world.
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Thank you for the wonderful response.
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What a lovely place to find yourself in! You take ’em when you can get ’em in this frantic world!
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O I do agree, you really have to grab them, for sanity if nothing else.
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Transported us indeed 🙂
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High praise indeed, thank you so much for that Kate.
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my pleasure Paul!
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The best kind of trip to be on. Love it, Paul.
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Thank you so much Sandy, I do agree.
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Welcome!
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How absolutely beautiful. What a wonderful place to be transported to.
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The best isn’t it? Thank you for a wonderful response Suzanne.
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Loved it..such an awesome read🌺
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Many thanks Sarika. 🙂
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You are most welcome 🌷
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A trip to utopia – beautiful piece.
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I want to be there 🙂 Thank you so much Eugenia.
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Me too! 😊
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🙂
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Very empowering Paul! You again made my day! Thank you! Michael
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Well, your comment makes my dat Michael.
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Beautifully written 💕
Does Last lines indicate that he left the abode of earth?
Or I am being depressing?
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The beauty of poetry is that it is up to the reader to interpret, so it could be. But it wasn’t my intention, more that inner world taking over so strongly he lost his sense of where he was – at work, and it represents that desire in us to transcend the ordinary and the mundane.
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Thank you so much Paul. Writer’s interpretation and intention always helps to understand the poem.
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*understand the poem better 🙂
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I’m so glad Nalini.
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I guess, but your view is equally important.
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*depressed
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Either works, and thank you Nalini, enjoyed your question.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Stunning and soothing piece. I felt the peace in this piece haha! 😉 Pardon my humor! 😛 blessings Paul!
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Very kind, love your humour, and thank you so much Tammy. 🙂
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Haha! Me too! Lolol! 😀 …you’re so welcome!
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Alessandria today @ Web Media Network – Pier Carlo Lava.
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Wow this so took me to this place with the feelings and sensations
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Yes, I felt this one strongly.
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