At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery where we are invited to write 144 words including a provided line. Merril has given us a Liesel Mueller line from her poem ‘Drawings By Children’ – “There is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles.’
There I Really Am
There is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles. I claimed it long ago, it is my favourite space, but it just takes time to get there. It’s not that I’ve forgotten the way, it’s just simply that I don’t make enough time to wander there. But days come when I have to be there. It’s the space where I find my still point and enter into silence, well, mostly. Somedays my irascible shadow is less than golden and flings up the dust and detritus of my life as a taunt, a distraction. If I pay no attention it doesn’t go away, so I let it have a little reign until it outruns itself and peters out and I return to myself. There is nothing behind that wall except the real me letting the winds of time whistle through me.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Well done. Walls have had bad press lately. Though walls do have their usefulness at times. To lean on and gather your strength before going on with the journey.
Stay safe.
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Thank you Brian, yes they do have good purpose, I remember the school,wall that hid us from teachers, and the wall behind which I had my first joint, and so on. 🙂 but yes, to lean on and regather, many thanks.
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LOL. In French, “faire le mur” is to jump the wall. As a border for one year, I did take advantage of the opportunity…
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Lol, it’s the only way, times now when I mentally jump the wall, or leave a meeting.
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LOL. Fact is one does wish one could jump the wall sometimes…
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Currently in that mood 😉
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That’s a good place to stand.
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Agreed, one must lean and find oneself again, much appreciated 🙂
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Sure thing.
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck.
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A lovely take on the prompt. Thank you, Paul.
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Many thanks Merril.
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You’re welcome!
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A master stroke with that last sentece!
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Ah… letting the winds of time whistle through me. A master stroke, I agree with LIz.
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Very kind, thank you for sharing that Amy.
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