“At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.” Frida Kahlo
She She had given of herself in a longitude of fertile generosity wide, though not yet the best of her, for something felt stirs at her very core unleashed, but time has dimmed her memory now leaden with struggles past, of the glories of her youth where she learned to conquer the world and make it shine. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
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Writing, blogging, journaling
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I love this line: a longitude of fertile generosity wide,
Great poem, Paul!
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Thank you for your reflection on this line Dwight, much appreciated, glad you enjoyed the poem. Yes that line seemed to speak of a real breadth.
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Yes!!
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Indeed, Paul! Love this too. Michael
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Thank you Michael.
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:-))
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Lovely writing ♥
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Many thanks Maranda 🙂
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Yessssssss!!!!! ❤ ❤ Love this one – the last couple lines especially
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Many thanks M.B. So glad you enjoyed this. Those last lines are a paean to beloved who forgets her solid contributions and achievements. I think it’s true of most people, we forget or one negative diminishes the good.
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Beautifully written
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🙂 Okay
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Thank you dear friend
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Fabulous, Paul. I’m a great fan of Frida Kahlo. The more I know of her and her work, the more I’m fascinated.
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Yes, what’s mot to like? Amazing life, I love her free spirited approach. Thank you Chris.
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Your poem reminds me of how easily a women’s spirit can be broken.
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Yes, I see it everywhere, and they forget how significant they have been/are, swallowed by the mundane. Gah! Thank you so much Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Beautiful, love the last two lines especially.
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Never, ever forget 🙂 thank you Amy.
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Make it shine! Love this
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Yes, women in my circle often forget their greatness, they do make it shine but they sometimes forget.
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I love this poem
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