
“There is no reality except the one contained within us.” Hermann Hesse
Am I? Am I just a shade, a phantasmic abstraction beyond punctuated reality, projected on cracked walls, incorporeal spaces ever shifting as rising mist drifting across doleful lakes of misgiving in sonorous tones of darkened hush escaping lips of cold flame in the heat of a moment, ever seeking expiation or, am I. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
I would say, a bit mire😁
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This question “Am I” sounds so true.
“phantasmic abstraction beyond punctuated reality”
“cold flame in the heat of a moment” – beautiful. Loved it 💚
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Very kind, thank yo so much for sharing how the poem spoke for you.
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Hauntingly dark and beautiful. Nice ❤
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Many thanks Jessica 🙂
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There is no question mark, so its a special great and beautiful poem. 😉 Thank you, Paul!
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My pleasure indeed Michael
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Thank you, Pasul!
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Sorry, there was an “s” wrong in the naming.
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Wow that is a deep poem – so well crafted musing the meaning of life
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Many thanks indeed
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Sounds like a deep, dark night of the soul
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And that is true, all is in flux, you picked it well Liz.
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Thanks, Paul.
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I hope you don’t mind but I’ve shared a couple of your poems as you are on a similar journey, I love your work. I make sure all credit goes to you and ensure the copyright is clear and I redirect my blog followers to your site. I love your work it is so poignant. Thank you!
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Thank you for sharing my work Stacie, very kind, I’m glad you like the poems. I see we share a reflective stance.
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Indeed ☺️
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