At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about the Solstice – down here being the winter solstice.
dVerse Poets – Haibun – Solstice
“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.” Anton Chekhov
Solsticity The illusion of time is etched as chronicles under twelve beautiful pictures, and there is a still-point right in a determined middle. I looked at this point today, of all days, knowing that this is the turning of perpetual rhythm. This is life, a moving in and a moving out, a drawing close and a moving away, a finely reciprocated ritual mirrored exactly as if dancing inward and outward movements. As I reflected on this it appeared in my mind as upward and downward movement, as if ascending and descending stairs, a close representation of Escher's fine works. I saw the beauty of this rhythm, a meeting of joy and grief, laughter and tears, all things continually ascending and descending in this perpetual dance. And it all hinges on the short middle for a brief moment, passing quickly from descent to expansion once again. I named this rhythm solsticity, an uplift, a rejoicing as life bursts forth from the fount of nature, mirrored in the very heart of my soul, and seen in the fire of my eyes. the quiet darkness nothing moves in this middle a solstice blossoms Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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The halcyon days if the solstice are captured by your words and photo.
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Thank you for sharing those kind words Pat.
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The last line:
‘I named………….. from the fount of Nature mirrored in the very heart of my soul and seen in the fire of my eyes’ is having no boundaries for Refreshing the Mind!
Marvelous!
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Yes, you have picked that so well, thank you indeed.
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Your reflection resonates within me. You write what you think and feel quite beautifully. Thank you for sharing your gift.
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Wow, that is a beautiful response, thank you so much for those words Patricia.
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Your writing is bursting with solsticity here!
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It certainly stirred my thoughts, thank you Ingrid.
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I haven’t ever perceived the solstice in this way before, and I thank you for it!
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And I am thrilled that my words stirred those thoughts in you, many thanks Liz.
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You’re most welcome, Paul
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nothing moves in the middle. As a middle child, I can relate to this having experienced many times the sandwiching of old and new. Great haibun.
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Thank you so much for sharing this, a real slice of life experience.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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😊✨👍
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An interesting perspective… got me thinking, Paul… life’s brief moment. 🙂
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Yes, life’s brief moment, that delicate moment between the inward and outward breath.
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The solstice blossoms even in your prose.
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Thank yo so much Ken, such a delightful response and made my morning.
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😌
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This is a thoughtful, mull-it-over poem. “life’s brief moment’.
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Thank you so much for sharing that.
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Amazing poem
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Thank you.
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