“The pain passes, but the beauty remains.” Pierre August Renoir
Her Scarf He heard nothing, not the car doors or murmurs of the gathered, or the city swirling past, how could he when this day had come in spite of his standing hard fast against it as folly in a paper boat in a wild and raging sea, his sail her scarf, an amulet of what had been, it was enough, just the smell of her would help him through this darkened hour that spoke of endings, he felt her smile and sailed forth as the priest intoned not knowing that the horizon was not an edge. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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This is interesting, the end line. What do you think the edge is?
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For me it is the continuous present future, the fact that she is gone, but not, that he can’t go on but can. A mixture of emotions and realities.
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We are all stronger than we know
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Absolutely agree Cheryl
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I can see how the Renoir quote prompted the poem. Your poem is an embodiment of it.
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Well the other way round, I always look for the quote afterwards, takes so long, sometimes longer than the writing, same with the image, often drives me spare 🙂 but nonetheless, when I found it it did feel exactly as you say, I was more than thrilled.
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You’ve mentioned the other way round before, so I debated and then came down on the side of inspired by the quote. Either way, poem, image, and quote all work perfectly together.
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I know it’s just me, my sense of thoughts first. Thank you Liz, a normal assumption I’d say.
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🙂
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There is so much pain. Yet he finds solace in her scarf.
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Yes, and a way forward, I like that he smiled and set forth, undaunted by the grief itself, which must be weathered, many thanks for this Rupali.
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A really nice metaphor. Thank you Paul! Enjoy a nice weekend! Michael
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Glad you liked it Michael. Going well, hope yours is too.
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Great done, Paul! I am happy for you. Here we are preparing for autumn, with weather like in Britain. 😉
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I grew up in Britain, miserable weather, here it is temperate. Yes, here spring is coming.
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Hey, you are British? Great! Gosh, think i should head aver to Australia for changing our starting autumn with spring. Lol
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Well I was, citizen of the this one now, and much better off too 😉
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😉 Dont worry, in near future all over the world we need to get closer to another, not only the EU. Or we will use our future forever. Best wishes, Michael
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Yes, I think that’s true, the way we’re going.
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😉
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Such a beautiful poem, steeped in sadness.
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Yes, many encounters went into it, so many griefs I’ve observed or been party to. Thank you so much Sascha.
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Beautiful, very moving…
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Yes, so many around me, but one or two have found life again, thank you so much for sharing Amy.
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Ah, the priest!
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Indeed, well, there’s so much grief that I see as you can imagine.
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Such a sad poem but containing such beauty and truth
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Yes that grieving.
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Lovely poem. Evokes sad feelings but enjoyable to read.
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Thank you so much – yes, the bitter-sweet nature of grief.
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Overwhelming!!
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I wrote it from the many experiences of others around me. so powerful even when experienced through others. Thank you for sharing.
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