Stirred – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” Emily Dickinson

Stirred

Autumn stirred its breath which
stirred the air all around,
pausing a feather in my midst,
which I took from the space right
in front of me as it hovered so
lightly without burden, as a phrase
couched so beautifully in an 
invitation that seemed so tenuous,
and yet as strong as an ox in the
most delicate way, as ox feathers
can be in the moment of vulnerability,
that leads me a feeling of wanting
to fly on the air of hope.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon 
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20 Comments

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20 responses to “Stirred – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. ‘…. to fly on the air of hope!’
    Sentimental imagination!
    But ‘hope’ is major aspect of Life!

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  2. I really like the call-and-response you have going with Dickinson’s poem.

    Liked by 3 people

  3. Opened this about fifteen minutes after posting both my Emily poems — wee r n synch 👌

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Lovely! Perfect rhythm and image evoked.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. This is really beautiful. It feels so gentle.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. A great combination of the quote and the poem. Michael

    Liked by 1 person

  7. lync56

    Such beautiful words

    >

    Liked by 1 person

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