“There are no straight lines or sharp corners in nature.” Antoni Gaudi
What of Imagination? Form and function, I begrudge its pragmatic, aluminium deep beauty in set squares of predictability, all bold sheen and shine, face set firmly against attrition, leaving me wondering, what of imagination that ground of soul's delight, that sets all birds free in flight? ©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
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This reminds me of the pastoral poetry I read in university – pondering soul’s place amidst the progress of industrialization.
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Excellent use of metaphor! The poem and image remind me of Boston.
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Is that a good memory (Boston)? I so love metaphors, thank you for picking up on that aspect, and so glad you enjoyed it Liz.
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It’s more of an I-hope-you’re-happy-now memory. The Colonial-era buildings weren’t good enough for you; you had to build a skyscraper? Well, now, all of those shiny reflective glass panels are popping off and crashing to the sidewalk. (The skyscraper in question was the John Hancock Insurance Building, of which a very big deal was made when it was built. So tall, so modern, so shiny.)
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Ah, I see, so in that sense my critical lines fit well then?
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Your critical lines fit perfectly!
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Ah, thank you Liz, I do appreciate your keen eye.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Chuck 🙂
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
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Thank you Chuck, on both counts, wishing you a great day too.
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That’s human nature, right!
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Absolutely Rupali.
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Indeed great metaphors, and i love the choosen quote too. Will the birds be free? More free as we ever will be? 😉 Michael
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So totally agree but said so well in poetry
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Yes, the misery of development.
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