dVerse Poets – Poetics – Waiting
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“For a while” is a phrase whose length can’t be measured. At least by the person who’s waiting.” Haruki Murakami
Forever
She recalled and awareness of the past
which also became the present,
a horological antechamber
of present moments,
never departed, never arrived at,
but always the injunction of elders,
well intended, yet impossible,
the delicate even delicious
moment of knowing that
waiting is forever.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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So wonderfully expressed, Paul!
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Thank you so much Punam.
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You are welcome!
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a horological antechamber
of present moments,
never departed, never arrived at,
I love that. This is such a finely balanced poem, a reminder that waiting can be a positive thing.
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Yes, ever present in many ways, thank you so much Sarah, and for the prompt.
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I think this concept comes with age.
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In my case, definitely, I was always negative about waiting.
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Me too. Very impatient but now I think it was a waste
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Absolutely so.
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It certainly can seem that way, at times.
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It has taken me some time to learn to live with it, yes indeed. Thank you Ken.
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Lovely Paul!
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Thank you Linda 🙂
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This is well written Paul . A fascinating form of waiting.
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Thanks so much Rob, yes, seems eternal really.
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Interesting piece, Paul! Time is relative! 🙂
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It sure is Tom, but we think we order it, lol.
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Interesting food for thought!
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Thank you Jade, yes, and for an eternity.
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You are very welcome. This one is a keeper.
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Wow, thank you.
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You are welcome. Not to say that the rest aren’t!
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🙂
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This is a wonderful thought… there are those kind of waiting that is the best part of living… the sense of being and not constantly moving.
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That’s it in a nutshell, I like your summary Bjorn, and yes, being.
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Nice description of the past: “a horological antechamber
of present moments,”
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Yes, past but yet present, not really moving. Thank you for that Rob.
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I concur with the comments of your other readers!
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Thank you very much Liz.
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I love the flow of words
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Many thanks.
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I hate waiting. Good thing we can pen down our thoughts. Beautiful poem, Paul.
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Lovely
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Thank you Susan.
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Love it, Paul! Something to work for my mind. Michael
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Thank you so much Michael.
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🙂
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Great poem.
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Thank you so much Laleh, much appreciated.
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My pleasure.
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We waited for the past and we wait for the future. Waiting can be time well-spent.
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It sure can Eugenia, and thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Much appreciated Charles
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Always a pleasure! Have a great weekend!
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