dVErse Poets – Poetics – New Year/New World
Mish at dVerse has invited us to imagine a world that is new ….
Photo: the upper reaches of the Hardy Inlet, where Blackwood River enters on the left, and the Scott River enters directly opposite. Taken from Flat Rock, an idyllic and peaceful ‘world.’
“We can only know what we can truly imagine. finally what we see comes from ourselves.” Marge Piercy
Birthed By Love
I closed my eyes to take in the world,
to feel the ancient wisdom of the trees,
the river running by, softly speaking a
quiet truth beneath its tempest,
and always the still centre of the breeze,
drawing me intimately closer,
truths I hold within and cherish.
a compass of heart for many roads
of living through the tempests of life,
and as I open my eyes again,
the peace surpassed lingers deep
nourishing my soul.
and once again I know the oft
forgotten truth that the
vey utopia I desire
rests within and is
birthed by love.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann,com
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Loved this “a compass of heart”, if only the world set it’s direction by it.
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Yes, we’d be in a utopia of kindness, I can see it, but it is just out of reach.
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So, it does seem.
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Beautiful. An awe inspiring flow. Great
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Thank you so much Wanda.
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You’re very welcome!
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. . . to be born in such every day we truly live.
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Yes, it’s right there.
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This is so beautiful. I particularly like the “still center of the breeze”.
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Thank you for reflecting back on this VJ, it is always so encouraging to know what has spoken or moved one.
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My pleasure, Paul.
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I like the comparison of the ancient wisdom of the trees and the still center of the breeze.
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Thank you for reflecting on this and teasing out this part a little Frank, so glad that meant something.
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Inner peace is so important and I feel the energy and healing quality of nature in your poem….breathing in the beauty around us.
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Many thanks Mish, appreciate your thoughts on this.
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I love how the poem begins with closing your eyes to take in the world. The “peace surpassed” reminds me of a benediction my dad used at the end of a service. In fact, I think the poem serve as a benediction.
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Yes, it does, and that line comes from the Episcopal end of liturgy blessing, so, well spotted Liz and thank you for sharing it.
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Thanks, Paul! My dad was an Episcopal priest.
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Here of course we use the term Anglican, and I am an Anglican priest, so a kind of connect 🙂
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I think often utopia is closer than we think… we just have to open our eyes
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That’s it, we do, and sometimes when we don’t it drives all the misery in my view, jousting windmills.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Charles 🙂
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Happy to share this, Paul!! Love your words!! 😊✨
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I love the this poem so much deep emotion
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Thank you so much Lyn.
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A great description of what we all adore. Thank you Paul! Have a good start into the holy days. Michael
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You too Michael, blessings for your Holy Days.
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