Photo: Mundaring State Forrest, a perfect soul place.
“Every exit is an entry somewhere else.” Tom Stoppard
Moving
There’s a gentle stirring in my soul,
like autumn leaves drifting the winds,
kissing the soil,
rustling in hedgerows,
skittering along roads,
eddying the corners,
lifting and folding,
swirling round and round,
catching my attention
to a sense of movement
deep within that, even though
I’m standing still in this place,
my soul is nomad once again
and my sense of self is gently moving on.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
parallax 
Soul of poetry
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you so much Ana, yes, that deep inner work. 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
I meant you. This poem. Truly.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Well thank you indeed Ana 🙂
LikeLike
Ubet bro
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike
😎
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice words….
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love this! Such an effective use of metaphor.
LikeLiked by 2 people
I’m glad that worked, makes sense to me but I wasn’t sure it would work for others.
LikeLiked by 2 people
It worked very well because the metaphoric imagery was so concrete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah, helpful to hear that, thank you Liz.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome, Paul.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wonderful piece Paul.
LikeLiked by 1 person
So glad you liked it, thank you Rupali.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Made me think about the tug of inspiration stirring within, but feeling a sense of loss as thethoughts escape and move on.
Very stirring 😊
LikeLiked by 2 people
Yes, it is hard to articulate with precision, but we sure feel it, many thanks for sharing that.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely, You’re very welcome 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Movement…vital in Adlerian psychology for a fulfilled life. Beautiful poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, one must listen deeply to those movements and follow, thank you for sharing that.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Fleeting feelings, trying to grasp them but they are just out of reach.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, there’s a tension with that that. Thank you so much Chris.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Every grateful 🙂
LikeLike
Oh yes, you really need a place where the soul can rest. Your poem is reassuring too, Paul!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Michael 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
:-))
LikeLiked by 1 person
Like a petal in the gentle breeze, I floated along with your words, Paul.
LikeLiked by 1 person
such a delightful rejoinder, thank you Punam 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are always welcome. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such a beautiful poem once again – rich with reflection of the inner self
>
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much Lyn
LikeLike