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“My eyes were in my feet.” Nan Shepherd
As a child she’d waddled ungainly
the floors called home,
till that time of walking,
waking and leaving,
she’d sashayed for a while so svelte
till she’d entranced and captured another,
then in longer years unbridled in
unconscious freedoms
eventually returning to the beginning,
and lately she’s been waddling again
those floors called home.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Yes, exactly Punam, thank you.
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You are welcome, Paul.
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Oh yes, the circle of our life.
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Indeed, exactly so Michael.
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Meaningful little poem..
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the circle of life, but better than the alternative 🙂
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Exactly so Kate. 🙂
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🙂 Sweet piece! I’m entering my waddling years.
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Quack! Me too.
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As am I.
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Lol, we’re all a gaggle.
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Sweet! I love “unconscious freedoms” … you have such a wonderful way of seeing things.
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I do love to reflect as I write so it comes from deep in for me, thank you Dawn.
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It’s the best and only place.
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Yes indeed
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Love the rhythm to this!
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Thank you so much for that.
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Agree with Kate.
Shall I say she was lucky enough.
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Yes, not everyone gets a simple run through life, thank you so much Rupali.
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Oh yes, that’s the way it goes.
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I hope it does, it is at least simple and i could do without the complications I see some going through – many thanks Chris.
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I like how “floors called home” repeats. It suggests that leaving the svelte sashaying of youth behind isn’t a loss to be regretted or mourned. I take comfort in that thought.
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Yes, we are someone deeper than our age or projections. Thank you for picking up on that Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul. Thank you for writing a poem that prompted me to pause and reflect.
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Wonderful response Liz.
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🙂
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Wow another amazing poem – very sobering but very real
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Yes, that coming back to the place we begin, as T.S. Eliot so eloquently wrote.
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