Everyday – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Friday – Breathe


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“Something in us is telling us we’re moving too fast, at a pace dictated by machines rather than anything human, and that unless we take conscious measures, we’ll permanently be out of breath.”  Pico Iyer


Everyday at waking hoping,
longing for an
uprising of integrity,
a coup of love,
a kindness rebellion,
a riot of charity,
to overwhelm my senses,
and wash me with such gratitude,
that even now
I might breathe again
as I once did
long ago.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.


Filed under environment, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Quadrille, quote

29 responses to “Everyday – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Wow! Yes, we need to re-start every day. Have a wonderful weekend, Paul.

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  2. So many memories from childhood, of my dad taking us kids to nature spots. He carried a rope swing (a pine seat, a hole drilled in it, and a long rope) with us, where it could be installed on any tree with a strong side limb. One memory that stands out clearly for me is a day I sat on our front concrete steps and the sun was shining through the trees. It was a worry-free day, nowhere to go, enjoying the perfectness of it. I find those places in the now by chance but visit them in the past more these days.

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  3. You tell it like it is, bro

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  4. I’d sworn to leave my warrior princess days behind, but I’m ready to join your kindness rebellion.

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  5. Charis Counselling

    I love the words you use to convey this feeling I am sure we all share


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  6. The cadence of this piece is exquisite, Paul.

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  7. Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
    This piece inspires more than just hope, that gusto is within reach even though the times would tell us otherwise. Shortly before posting, a distraction from Facebook had me reading this sentiment…

    ” At the present time, I long only to sleep. I am sick of humanity.” by A. Camus

    While Paul’s poem is certainly one of hope and optimism, a desire to experience, having both thoughts present in our beings seems to highlight the oddity that is 2020. We want for both and vacillate in between the two haphazardly it seems.

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