Moving – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Nomad


Photo: Mundaring State Forrest, a perfect soul place.

“Every exit is an entry somewhere else.”  Tom Stoppard


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



Filed under bush walking, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, nature, poem, quote, Spirituality

33 responses to “Moving – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. I love this! Such an effective use of metaphor.

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  2. Wonderful piece Paul.

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  3. Made me think about the tug of inspiration stirring within, but feeling a sense of loss as thethoughts escape and move on.

    Very stirring 😊

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  4. Movement…vital in Adlerian psychology for a fulfilled life. Beautiful poem.

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  5. Fleeting feelings, trying to grasp them but they are just out of reach.

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  6. Oh yes, you really need a place where the soul can rest. Your poem is reassuring too, Paul!

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  7. Like a petal in the gentle breeze, I floated along with your words, Paul.

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  8. Charis Counselling

    Such a beautiful poem once again – rich with reflection of the inner self


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