“Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.” Roger Miller
Words Rained Words rained down all around me forming puddles along my path so I took off my shoes and splashed about in glimmers of feeling such that I floated up out of myself looking for a sentence of emotion that might offer a beginning of understanding of the life stored in my bones. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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In the times i needed most, I WAS ALONE. Real life stories through my life that hopefully can enspire someone struggling.
Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
Serving The Family Caregiver
Videos and Music with Subliminal Joy affirmation meditation
Everything Organic
Poetry and Flash Fiction
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I love the way you write those words
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Thank you so much Cheryl.
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Short, sweet and deeply profound.
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Thank you very much, so appreciate your response to this.
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Wonderful transition of images 😊
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Much appreciated, and thank you for noting the transition. 🙂
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Bravo!
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Many thanks Sandy
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Most welcome, Paul.
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You have a way with the words☺
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Very kind, thank you so much.
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I have confidence that the speaker of the poem will find that sentence of emotion among all of those splashing words.
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lovely…. and did you find one?
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
DRIPPING WITH MEANIBG!
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I hear that Roger Miller was a man of means, but by no means king of the road.
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I love the playfulness of children who choose to jump in puddles instead of walking around them. The first line in your poem also made me think of the children’s book, The Word Collector, by Peter H. Reynolds. Check it out. 😄
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Paul, this is wonderful! ❤ I like the metaphor of being out in raining words and splashing in puddles of words. Such a perfect description of inspiration, especially since I still love splashing barefoot in puddles! Have an inspiring week!
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Words rained down all around me… So beautiful and very moving.
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Thank you for sharing how that affected you Amy 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck, as always.
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Always a pleasure!!
😊✨🎉
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Reminds me of the feeling when inspiration hits and I just know I want to write! It’s that moment of self-reflection that creates for sharing.
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That’s it Astrid, yes, and thank you for sharing this.
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What a great metaphor, and a good introducing quote. Michael
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Thank you so much Michael.
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Love this poem – you feel the rain and I just get wet – Im starting to learn to feel the rain now to do this with words like the picture
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It is about consciousness and accepting what is. Great wisdom in few words.
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Thank you for that, I see a fellow mindful journey friend, appreciate your response.
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