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“In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.” Rachel Carson
Sands Of Time What force is this runnel of scarred beauty, where earth meets water, transformed by the intimate violence of a caress which moves mountains of life beyond all tomorrows of recollection to eternities of an indescribable elsewhere that leaves me feeling uncertain of where to place my feet in a shifting world. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Water flowing as “a caress which moves mountains” — exquisite comparison!
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I wrestled with that phrasing so I’m really excited you’ve enjoyed it, thank you so much.
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Loved this. I wish I could express the way I feel about nature as you so eloquently do.
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Very kind Cheryl, thank you. But don’t forget that you have a great turn of phrase too. 🙂
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Aww, thanks
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Very welcome Cheryl 🙂
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The metaphor of this is outstanding.
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Many thanks for this Ken, very much appreciated.
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Yeah
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Wonderful, Paul. Particularly loved ‘runnel of scarred beauty’.
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Thank you so much Matthew.
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Great sense of our smallness in the passage and ravages of time. I love the Carson quote too.
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I wish Carson was still here to make a case. Thank you for sharing and thank you for loving this.
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Very effective metaphor. The last line surprised me because those runnels of scarred beauty have positive connotiations for me of walks on the beach.
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I would agree, just that it wrote itself and I sensed the metaphor of the power of shifting sand, thank you for sharing your surprise, it’s so good to hear other perspectives.
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Those different perspectives are what makes literature such a joy to experience.
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Wholeheartedly agree Liz, it sure is.
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🙂
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Paul, a poem which expresses very well how we are feeling in these uncertain times. The earth never feels solid underneath our feet.
All the best! ❤ Cheryl
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No, so many moments of shifting sand it seems, thank you so much Cheryl.
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Loved this.. Beautifully penned❤️
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Many thanks Divya 🙂
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That profund moment can be difficult to capture as its very fleeting. I like this part:
indescribable elsewhere
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Yes, the words always seem to weave around the core of the meaning, we’re left with evocation through metaphor mostly. Tricky. I’m glad to know you liked this.
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Wonderful words, Paul.
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Much appreciated Rupali.
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great words… yes,,, where will we put our feet. Dreaming of a far off land where everyone is free and the earth is clean and loved.
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A lovely dream , and one I share, yes indeed, and thank you Cindy 🙂
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You are so welcome Paul. ❤️
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Time and water is such tremendous force when working together.
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They sure are, where I live the river mouth has been dramatically changed over the decades, I find it fascinating.
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Constant shifting… it’s worrisome.
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Yes, it has been such a weird year.
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Love this poem – the ecological and spiritual depth
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Absolutely, thank you.
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