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“Abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behaviour.” Victor Frankl
She Walked Lightly Slowly she emptied the white enamel reliquary of all that was his and, like a crow, she picked over the bones of his cottoned life, stored memories lodged deep in her body, the dissonance of happiness and sadness washing over her in one slow wave as the sun warmed and opened her to feelings held tightly in her chest, now aired, set free, at last she walked lightly back to the verandah for the first time since that day when everything closed in and nothing seemed normal. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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A good job my friend.
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This sounds like a weight lifted
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A wodnerful poem. Happy for her.
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Finally free, thank you Rupali
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What a poignant write! It left me longing for the “rest of the story”!
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I had exactly the same reaction, Beverly!
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Thank you Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Beautifully written and so captivating. I agree with Beverly!
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Truth of Life in Life!
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Loved this, spot on to feelings I’ve had
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Thank you for sharing that Cheryl. I sense it is not a simple thing.
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Definitely not
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Maybe this end will become a new beginning for her.
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I sense that it will, thank you Jim.
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I enjoyed the phrase “his cottoned life.” Nicely done.
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Many thanks for that.
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Oh, this is a stunner.
I’m in love with these lines, in particular:
“like a
crow, she picked over the bones of his
cottoned life”
So good.
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Thank you so much De, so glad it spoke in that way.
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Starting over can be the hardest thing to do.
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I can only imagine, though I have been close to that experience in others around me, daunting to even think about it.
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I know my mother was never the same.
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Ah, mine too, she is still broken really. Thank you for sharing that Ken.
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I love the sense of relief of getting out of the past… no matter what his cottoned life was, it’s not part of hers any longer.
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Yes, free at last.
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Amazing as usual!!
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Thank you so much Khushi.
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Paul, this poem reminds me of dividing up property during a divorce and moving on with life. The poem is beautiful. and its ambiguity allows the reader to relate it to personal experience. ❤ Have a great weekend!
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Yes, deliberately ambiguous, thank you so much Cheryl. Wishing you a happy weekend too.
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A great poem Paul! This is the story of so many this year.
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Many thanks Dwight, yes, sadly so, wished it were otherwise.
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Yes.
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Very thoughtful words, Paul.
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Thank you so much Tracy
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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😊✨✨👍
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This is absolutely stellar writing! I especially love; ” like a crow, she picked over the bones of his cottoned life.” 💝
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A very moving poem, Paul.
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So many like that, sadly, though also, moving on, it is such a fragile moment, very sacred. Thank you Amy.
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Wow great poem
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Thank you.
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