dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
Lillian at dVerse is hosting OPen Link Night where there is an opportunity to post a poem of your choosing.
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“I don’t believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive.” Joseph Campbell
Opened
I traveled to a conversation
wrapped in brown paper
to honour details of
ruins punctured by dull rain
on a fractured landscape of desire,
where feelings opened beyond
the sheets of comfort of small lives
to lyrical and generous overtures
which lead me to dance a
perspective of time that
suggests an eternity.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
I am immediately IN this poem….as it begins with me say “I” as I’m reading. This is a wonderful post….most especially for me, these words
“where feelings opened beyond
the sheets of comfort of small lives
to lyrical and generous overtures”
Such a unique thought to be wrapped in brown paper….just the everyday common paper bag…and yet the feelings shared.
Well done!
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I’m thrilled by your response, thank you so much for sharing it Lillian. It really is a privilege to know that something I wrote connects.
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Love this, enjoyed the flow of reading it
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Thank you so much Cheryl, glad it connected.
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Of course
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Nice line: “on a fractured landscape of desire,”
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Thank you for sharing your response Frank, much appreciated.
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I am so impressed by your opening lines and keep going back to them, Paul.
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That is so wonderful to know Punam, I’m always moved when someone connects with my writing, thank you for sharing.
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I almost always connect with your writing, Paul. You are so welcome. 🙂
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I treasure that 🙂
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🙏🏼
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Wow great poem
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Thank you so much Lyn
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I really like where this poem led me to:
lead me to dance a
perspective of time that
suggests an eternity
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A poets joy really to know that such words have meaning. I do love how everyone finds something of themselves completely independent of the poet or the words. Amazing. Thank you for sharing that Liz.
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My pleasure, Paul! And isn’t it remarkable how the Internet has given rise to a dialog among poet, reader, and poem in a way that was never possible before?
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Yes, I really marvel at that connectivity, it is wonderful.
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I loved those opening two lines. Really swell, and then leading to the dance.
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Many thanks Yvonne, so glad there was meaning for you in those lines, thank you for sharing.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Much appreciated Charles 🙂
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Happy to share, Paul!
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I’ve Always Love Your Poems.
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Very kind, thank you for sharing that.
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I really love the start of the poem… what a great phrase to travel to that conversation… memories are like traveling, especially these days when travel has ceased.
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I sure agree Bjorn, I do find that so, many thanks for raising that wonderful view.
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So beautiful. I, too, love the start of your poem.
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Most appreciated Amy, thank you.
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Love it, Paul! Brought thoughts of eternity to me, too. Thank you, and best wishes, Michael
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Glad to the muse Michael.
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