VJs Weekly Challenge – Repercussions
“Death is not the opposite of life but a part of it.” Haruki Murakami
Reper-cussions Soft percussion tears, sombre funeral beat, who will mourn her choice of passage or dare to judge the repercussion that is her ending or, perhaps, her beginning, this dove at peace, but it was I who left the door ajar and the window closed. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
this love fairy fell in love with her ghost
A Love Affair With The Past
Writing, blogging, journaling
Tales from the Life of a Lost Soul
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Oh! Poor dove. Still, I’m surprised she came in.
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How very sad.
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Absolutely Sue.
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Nice opening quote by Murakami. We all have something to feel guilty about, but it is the way of things. Maybe next time, when you leave the window open and the door shut, the same will happen….
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I have the sense of that Lisa, yes, it is entirely so. Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Ouch! Happened with me once but the pigeon was able to escape.
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I’m glad one made it, ouch indeed.
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Oops. Very sad.
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Oh, how upsetting.
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Yes, so difficult to navigate it.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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😊✨🎉👍
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So sad.
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Yes, very sad indeed.
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I think the soft thud of a bird flying against glass stays with you. The memory still makes me sad, though I don’t remember any fatalities. Take care, Paul. ❤
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Thank you Cheryl, yes, it remains.
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The fact that it was an accident doesn’t make it any less upsetting and quite rightly the dove deserves a poem to mark her life and death.
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Thank you for picking up on that Tracy, yes, she deserved to be known.
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A lovely little eulogy, Paul.
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Thank you Chris, she deserved that much.
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A sad sight
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very sad indeed 😦
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When i go i want to go fast too… into another beginning.
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Yes, and I’m of the same thought, thank you Tom.
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This piece was a very sad repercussion and she was a strong person to even go in anyway😔Love Your Work🤓
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Much appreciated indeed, thank you 🙂
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Sad poem but as usual a deeper meaning – a female Bronze Wing Pigeon by the way 😉
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I knew that, lol, thank you so much.
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