At dVerse, Linda is hosting Open Link Night where we are invited to post a poem of our choice.
dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
“I choose to listen to the river for a while, thinking river thoughts, before joining the night and the stars.” Edward Abbey
The Watcher's Questions Did it matter that the day was grey, that rain might come? I watch the tide come and go and I have no part in it other than as a watcher of waves and birds. The morning birds are fast and noisy, they always seem to want to be somewhere, perhaps they are hungry or simply seeking new horizons. One gull flew past, and I'm certain s/he looked intently at me as if to ponder my inner thoughts. Why did I choose this place of two tides where birds come and go? The seem so free, and yet the eye may not see that in fact they are more like me. I feel that I know them, knowing their searching. Where might it end? I wonder just how I would I feel if the birds missed a beat on their morning venture, and what does that say about me? What is my beat, and where am I in this moment? ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon
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Very profound last question. Thought-provoking. Nicely penned.๐๐
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Thank you so much Suzette ๐
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My pleasure ๐
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Very beautiful and sensitive poem! An inner dialogue of a chosen depth, in which I confront him… Congratulations!
Can anybody post a poem? ๐
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Thank you so much. Yes, dVerse is an open community, so anyone can join.
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I love this so much. Great detailing in terms of the visualization and relaxing scenery along with one’s thoughts will getting lost in God’s great creations. Blessings & grace bro! โค yes it's been a while haha! ๐ hope you're good.
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Hi Tammy, it has been a while, I trust you are well? Thank you for the passionate response ๐
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I can identify with this search for purpose and direction. Beautiful post.
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Many thanks for for sharing this, much appreciated.
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We’re all watchers, to a certain extent. I love the first line, just for the sound of it.
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Amazing, that part came first, it was hard to get past it as it seemed beyond anything I tried to write following on. Thank you Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul. That those two lines came first makes perfect sense to me.
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Love this beautiful, reflective poem, Paul! So relatable! โค Have a great weekend!
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Hope you’re having a great weekend, I guess the season is changing to warmer? Thank you for sharing Cheryl.
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SW Florida is never very cold or hot. Winters are beautiful and sunny, and we almost never have frost. From June to September is our rainy season with highs usually not above the low nineties. I guess you are heading into autumn.
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We are indeed into autumn, though in reality itโs just more summer till April. I now remember you did tell about your climate and Iโd forgotten, sounds idyllic.
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Nice rhythm to this reflection, Paul!
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Thank you very much for that>
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Such deeply profound questions run their course throughout the span of this poem! Just stunning! ๐๐
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Very kind, thank you very much indeed Sanaa, Iโm so thrilled it had that affect. ๐
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I may be dreaming of this one Paul as I reflect on the horizon of the birds flying. More questions than answers. Well done! ๐
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Yes, always the questions, thank you Cindy.
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Many thanks Philip.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I think you have chosen a perfect sport to ponder those thoughts. I find a cloudy day by the beach to be perfect for deep thoughts (indeed it’s a place where you always travel without moving)
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I love that, โwithout movingโ that touches deeply. Thank you Bjorn.
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Thank you.
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Love this on multiple levels–I’m a fan of seagulls and other local birds, and I do miss them when they choose, or forget to be about, which was the case when the pandemic began… I felt robbed of their comforting familiar presence. But God is ever-Present, no worries…and the birds have returned ๐ Blessings to you!
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Many thanks Zelda, yes agreed, and blessings to you too ๐
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You’re welcome–and thank you.
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So many things to consider as an observer and it always comes back to the classic question, where am I in this moment?
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Yes, I think that’s the real and persistent question. Thank you Astrid ๐
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Wonderful the words in poem and
Splendid the photo!
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Beautiful poem
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Thank you very much Elizabeth.
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Thank you – this poem transported me to this very beach and all the sensations that this place conjures
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That is wonderful to hear.
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Dear Paul,
Another lovely poem here. Thank you.
I would like to alert you to a typo in your sentence “The seem so free, and yet the eye may”. The first word should have been “They”.
Wishing you a productive week doing or enjoying whatever that satisfies you the most!
Yours sincerely,
SoundEagle
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You have a keen eye – many thanks ๐
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You are very welcome to do the same for my poems too. Typos can be hard to spot.
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