dVerse Poets – Poetics – Make Me Some Room
Laura at dVerse has invited us to write about a room or rooms in whatever manner.
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“I am not absent-minded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.” G.K. Chesterton
There Was A Room
Once,
I had memories of an outside world
that I never left, but never lived
since the solace of solitude
there was another place,
my room within a room,
I vaguely remember,
was it large or small,
attic or other?
To know is never important
whether the room was in me
or I in the room,
there was a room.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Wow, great poem on the feeling of altered perception during a different state of mind. Its really fascinating the powers of the brain and the practices like meditation.
Great post! Keep it up!
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I thought the poem had a Zen feel s well.
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Aha, another astute reader, as usual, thank you Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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🙂
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You have certainly got it, thank you so much for sharing those encouraging words.
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All depends on the perspective of the moment.
Very nice.
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It most certainly does, and many thanks.
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That room could be anywhere, as long as you are in it, or it is in you.
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Absolutely Ken, thank you.
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This is a great poem about uncertainty (following the Chesterton epigraph) – the not sure about the memories, about what the room was like or even its locale in time and space. The solace of solitude really impresses!
thanks for joining the prompt
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Thank you Laura, yes it is that. Thoroughly enjoyed it.
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Clever. You are always so creative.
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Thank you very much VJ I really appreciate those encouraging words.
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So welcome, Paul. Well deserved.
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Like it …. I think each of us carries a multitude of chambers and rooms inside.
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I’m sure of it Bjorn, yes, I think we do, it’s one of the things that separates us out from other species as I see it. Amazing really.
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Good observation: “To know is never important”
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I often muse that if we let go of needing know everything, we might relax and be, thank you for that Frank.
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Love it
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Thanks Lyn 🙂
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Welcome 😁
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Thank you Paul! THis poem is a real brain booster. 😉 Forces to rethink a lot of things.
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Yes, that deep in process, thank you for that Michael 🙂
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Thank you too Paul! Be well and stay save.
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You too, enjoy the weekend too.
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Thank you Paul! Very kind.
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🙂
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Your poem sounds like a zen thoguht.
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Yes, and a bit of Jung thrown in. It really is my true ground. You picked it well, thank you Rupali.
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