RDP Thursday – Looking Out Of My Backdoor.
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“Not knowing when the door will come I open every door.” Emily Dickinson
My World
Of all the front doors there is nothing certain,
a series of possibilities and invitations,
comings and goings strewn across a day,
across a lifetime
as the world beckons,
but my backdoor is more assured
and as I look out
it is my world,
though I do not own it,
a space of reflective knowing,
that holds everything
unhindered and full
and though there are walls,
there are none able to
hem my thoughts
or my dreams.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
beautifully composed.
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Thank you Heather, I do appreciate your thoughts.
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You are most welcome.
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Wonderful. I ponder the difference between a front and back door – often symbols in my dreams. Thanks for some clarification.
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Yes, I’ve always wondered, I have no tendency to find a negative and this fitted well for me, thank you for sharing your connect.
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My pleasure!
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Yes, front doors are enticing, but can’t beat the comfort of going out back.
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Absolutely
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This has such a nice tone and notably nice use of language. Terrific.
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Many thanks Robert.
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A thought provoking and lovely poem…I think Emily would love this.
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That is very kind, thank you for your encouraging words.
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Beautiful poem. Inspiring words , Paul.
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Many thanks for sharing those encouraging words Amy.
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Thanks to you, Paul.
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🙂
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The subject of this poem reminded me of the old Creedance Clearwater Revival song “Lookin’ Out My Back Door.” In both instances, the view out the back door is very fine indeed.
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Yes, that got in my way for a while, ear worm effect. But once I’d found my centre it was good. Yes, much better view.
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🙂
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Beautiful. I loved your poem. For me too, front doors open up vistas of possibilities but back doors lead one to ultimate calmness and joy.
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Yes, I agree, thank you so much.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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More like backdoor open into ourselves…
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Yes indeed, that reflective time.
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Absolutely!
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As hard as it is true.
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So beautiful a sanctuary
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Yes, that contemplative space we love.
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