dVerse Poets – Poetics – Smoke and Mirrors
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“The journey not the destination matters.” T.S. Eliot
Mystica
I wanted to be sure
that the threshold could be crossed
to leave the paracosms of childhood
those parental certainties,
cassocked beliefs
of vaulted minds,
mortared cracks of real,
I picked up the almanac of my life
and it frittered away
like so many burnt pages,
fragile and flaking,
faint and indecipherable,
certainty sliding,
via negativa evolving
an apophatic line,
a Dionysian celebration,
if somewhat muted,
in the joy of not knowing
that you were there
but everywhere.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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What a wonderful description of how life really is, the way we have to find the way through mysterious trails… this
via negativa evolving
an apophatic line,
a Dionysian celebration,
if somewhat muted,
Really talked to my senses of how we have to seek for a way that isn’t
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I feel fortunate that I have had, and have, such good journey friends who help me awaken to the way that isn’t. I am thrilled that this spoke to your senses, am always amazed at the effect of words.
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Thank you Paul! This one is very great! Thank you for sharing! Best wisehes, Michael
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Many thanks Michael.
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This is so well done, Paul, and I am so tired, I will not do this response justice, but I feel like you have touched on the many complexities of finding oneself – admist the childhood expectations and dictates, through the evolving phases of life. Bravo.
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I always enjoy your work but this poem is special. There’s a vulnerability to it that is beautiful. There is a ‘oneness’ in the last three lines that is wonderful.
I also love the concept of ‘journey friends’ you make in a previous comment.
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Thank you Dawn for the lovely compliment. Oneness is such an important way for me to see life, and you picked that clearly, and journey friends – I really wish that was true for everyone, that we could really see each other as we really are and value that. Thank you Dawn.
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You’re very welcome, Paul. The inward journey is a beautiful one and I like how you go there. It encourages me to do the same.
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Well that is a great kindness indeed, thank you so much for sharing that Dawn, made my day.
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A little mystifying
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🙂 it came from deep down.
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I believe your last three lines give an eternal quality to the paracosms of childhood that would dissipate when approached any other way. This poem is profound and I hope readers will appreciate the divine nature of the great mystery of love.
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Amaya that is a most perfect and thoughtful summary of this poem, and thank you for the encouraging words.
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Interesting and engaging direction you’ve taken with your perspective on Amaya’s smoke & mirrors prompt Paul well written. We are always seeking the source of our fundamental beliefs.
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Yes, I feel that very strongly Rob, and thank you for the resonance.
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