The Blurred Horizon – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.” Henry Miller (and clearly riffing on Proust)

The Blurred Horizon

Putting our fingers in fires
we rolled down mountains
eagerly consuming ego paths
of reason and invitation,
traversing fences, leaping gates,
chasing balloons and butterflies
of promise while toasting sunsets,
weeping over mortality and pain,
there is only ever the blurred 
horizon of experience.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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32 responses to “The Blurred Horizon – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Well penned poem. The last line, on blurred experiences, a powerful truth!

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  2. Love consuming ego paths … which so many do. Nice write ~~

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  3. “the blurred / horizon of experience” — Yes. Lessons learned as we move forward.

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  4. Beverly Crawford

    This is prime poetry. Loved the blurred/horizon line.

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  5. By using the words “our” and “we”, you take me on this life’s journey with you….rolling, leaping, chasing, weeping….life’s gamut of experiences. I enjoyed this post very much.

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  6. Experience, so hard earned, and too often diminished by others — but precious.

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  7. I enjoyed this one.. took over that adventure road..

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  8. My takeaway from your poem is that you can’t see it when you’re up close and you don’t need to as you’re immersed in the experience. And that’s the way it should be. It’s also why I think many get trapped in the past, as they can reflect on it at will and keep warm on the reflected memories. Onward, I say, or by the time you’re an advanced crone, all of the old memories will have been worn away to nothing…

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  9. I got the sense from the poem of our headlong rush through experience when we’re young, and then somehow, we become aware of our own mortality and the shining city on the hill blurs into the horizon.

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  10. Experience is the only thing we can count on down the road and into the horizon.

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  11. There’s always great imagery in your writing, Paul. Keep those poems coming!

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  12. That blurred horizon of experience seems much blurred as we age.

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  13. thehermitcreative

    “chasing balloons and butterflies of promise while toasting sunsets,” these words stood out to me. I can see the images in my mind. I’ve always seen butterflies as promises since I was a child. Whereas for some of my friends, saw them as the final stage of life…an end. So, I think you are right, “there is only ever the blurred
    horizon of experience.” We each experience life through our own lens. Which is often blurred to others and sometimes even ourselves.

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  14. Charis Counselling

    Very profound

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