“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” Lao Tze
I Might Not Have I might not have, urgency possessed me, my veins electric, the hands of time at my throat, unconscious of everything, until the running water captured my heart's ears, I touched the red gum and felt its skin, a soft roughness feathered me, I took a draft of musk air, right down to my beginning, and paused for life, I might not have. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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It was lovely to read the poem while listening to the burbling creek.
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Thank you Heather, I’m glad it worked so well
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You are welcome.
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Unable to reblog so am forwarding this via copy and paste to my readers at sister site Poetic Justice, with credit
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Thank you so much Ana, sounds like you are not in an easy space?
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There are harder ones. I try not to let myself get too discouraged. Good communications today — there’s a little light toward the end of this tunnel — let’s see if it’s just a reflection or the real thing. Thank you for checking in, brother. You’ve sure got your hands full, haven’t you, with fines over there just for showing up for the black people? I know you’re giving comfort right and left. Try not to wear yourself out 😚
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It has been crazy trying to work around the Covid rules, so many in need. Thank you. 🙂
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I’ll bet, brother. For what (nothing) it’s worth, I send my sympathy!
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Yes, endless circles and much waste, it’s simple really, but politics and money is so broken.
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It is simple, really. One hopes retry soon people will get that.
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Yes, my hope …
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You did it right.
Just like nature we should not hurry all the time 🙂
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Thank you Rupali, I know you know this well.
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Love how you have created the contrast between time choking, and the draft reaching “right down to my beginning”.
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It sure feels that way sometimes, thank you VJ, enjoyed how it spoke to you.
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So welcome, Paul
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Paused for life? A good idea once in a while… 😎
(I checked all words. All known to me. I think)😉
Cheers
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Lol, you have a great sense of humour, and thank you indeed.
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😉
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How beautiful! Nature makes me pause for life too!
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So healthy, thank you for sharing Diane
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Thank you VJ
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Chuck 🙂
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Always happy to read and share your words/posts, Paul!!! Chuck
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This is such a restorative poem! Being in nature is one of the few ways of loosening the hands of time from my throat.
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So refreshing isn’t it? I went out on Sunday it was glorious and winter is bringing forth such abundance this year here. It sure slackens that throat hold.
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Yes, it is!
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🙂
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Wow this is amazing poem – I love it – it has such deep meaning expressed so well
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You know this well.
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