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“Peace, that was the other name for home.” Kathleen Norris
I passed the house at number sixteen,
it was still
as it usually is,
no one stirring,
everything in its place,
unlike the mess that is mine,
and I got to wondering,
who are they,
do they see the sky like I do?
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Wonderful 🙂
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I am always curious about what goes on in other homes. Love it, Paul.
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Yes, it’s intriguing. Thank you for that VJ
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Welcome Paul.
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Great!
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that was a brilliant quote to introduce your poem, calling home peace is a difficult task
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Yes, it is most difficult, no wonder too that we struggle to bring peace to other contexts.
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Sigh. History seeps into present and we struggle with closure, maybe that’s where the cracks start. Thank you for your poem, its good reflection for me.
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Thank you Gina, yes the curse of mindless repetition.
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A great reflective piece that took me deep into thought and pondering
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Very kind indeed.
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Enjoyed this thoughtful poem. Always curious about different perspectives
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Yes, I often feel curious, trying to think and feel outside myself and my bubble, thank you for sharing.
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A walk in their shoes?!
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Yes, a walk in their shoes, thank you Gerhard
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I know the feeling. Your poem expresses it very well.
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Thank you for sharing your feeling Liz, nice to know it connects, and thank you for the encouraging words.
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You’re welcome, Paul!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Perfect! I always wonder…
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I’m not alone I see 🙂 thank you
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