“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 All Rights Reserved ®
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‘…. to fly on the air of hope!’
Sentimental imagination!
But ‘hope’ is major aspect of Life!
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I really like the call-and-response you have going with Dickinson’s poem.
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I think I embodied that poem from the first time I ever read it, thank you Liz for sharing.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Opened this about fifteen minutes after posting both my Emily poems — wee r n synch 👌
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Thank you Ana – yes indeed, how the universe flows! 🙂
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👏🙏🏼👌
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Lovely! Perfect rhythm and image evoked.
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Thank you very much Audrey.
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This is really beautiful. It feels so gentle.
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Thank you so much for sharing that Sascha
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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A great combination of the quote and the poem. Michael
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Thank you Michael 🙂
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:-))
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Such beautiful words
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Thank you for that 🙂
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