Photo: Bunbury Wetlands reflection on the water below the pedestrian footbridge.
“We had the experience but missed the meaning.” T.S. Eliot
Within
Below the ripples of my inner pool
lies my self unseen
who collects moments of importance,
things experienced and things known
for a rainy day,
days when shadow comes out to play
needing a friend,
wanting to talk,
hoping for some direction,
and as I inwardly
hear movements in this deep,
I begin to see a way
to recollect and reconcile,
teasing a way forward
within myself.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com.
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What an interesting place! Love the poem meaning also.
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Many thanks Cheryl.
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A trifecta…great image, quote and verse.
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Holy trinity, such a lovely thought.
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a beautiful poem about introspection.
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Something I learned, albeit slowly.
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There is always a starting point.I’m glad you have reached.
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Yes, it’s hard work especially when I wasn’t enabled by my birth family, some good connections along the way.
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There is always someone
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Yes, so true.
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Hang in there Paul, I am sure that your path will be made clear.
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It is unfolding indeed. I wrote it retrospectively, but when I reviewed it I realised it was current.
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i appreciate this, how the outside influence moves us on the inside, and that quote is such a fitting prologue to your poem
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And the awareness that comes to the surface, so helpful.
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Profound. Find Peace and inner harmony, my friend. Regards. Jay
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Thank you Jay, and thank you for the compliment too.
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🙏🙏
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Sigh.
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🙂
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all said above, so profound and fitting … stunning shot, love paperbarks and reflections 🙂
and powerful introspection whatever the trigger, we always mull back …
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Ah, thank you Kate, lovely to read your thoughts. In a completely flippant retort – it depends on the type of mull you’re smoking 🙂
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lol I thought you preferred wine [wink wink]
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I’ve certainly enjoyed a few joints in the past 😉
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anything to do with smoking revolts me, never tried it in any form 🙂
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I miss cigars after dinner but I don’t really want one, But I’d be happy to have joint, they were great. 🙂
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you rebel rev 😎
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Lol 🤣
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Love the depth in this. It’s a journey isn’t it. I love the quote too. A very powerful poem. I like it. Peace to you.
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Many thanks for sharing your thoughts, yes, peace, and yes, it is the journey.
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Wonderful poem and image
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Thank you for that Luisa.
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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Very kind, thank you Douglas.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Charles 🙂
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that’s absolutely lovely! ❤ you are so talented!
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Thank you, what a wonderful compliment 🙂
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The poem meets the image in a wonderful way. Thank you for sharing! Michael
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My pleasure Michael and thank you.
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Another well written truth!
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Thank you very much for that.
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Hi, would love for you to check out my blog and let me know what you think ☺️
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Okay, thank you
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Thank you 🙂
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Most welcome
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Beautiful and very emotive
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Many thanks
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