“Who runs in circles never gets far.” Thornton Burgess
So I Stood Still The air was so faded, absent, but I ran and ran in tired circles, even then the kite had no life in it and would not rise upwards, it wasn't heavy, in fact quite light, but it would not stir its papered joy for a mere frivol, a sacrifice of delight, and remained firmly rooted to the ground so I stood still until the the air moved the kite and my heart sang. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Your poem is very thought-provoking!
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Thank you so much Stephanie.
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Ah, the blessings of patience.
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In hindsight – lol, getting there.
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Hope and Desire!
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Yes, that’s it really.
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THANKS!
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Sometimes we have to be still to receive the blessing. Only then can we fly.
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I would agree Patricia, only then 🙂 many thanks.
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The Zen of kite-flying. I love the metaphor!
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Thank you Liz, yes, that contemplative space.
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Lovely poem. Also, it’s funny how often your quotes have a local connection for me. Thornton Burgess, a Massachusetts man, is very well known here. I visit his home (now a sanctuary) on Cape Cod each summer.
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That is a really lovely connection, thank you for taking time to share that slice of your life, I find the world beautifully small at such times. interesting person, author and conservationist – a rare breed.
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All things come to those who wait…
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Yes, even after an eon it seems 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Paul, lovely poem. Kites are such inspiring sights! We used to take our young children to kite day at Miami Beach when we lived there. We always had fun! ❤ Have a wonderful weekend!
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I too had such fun. Thank you Cheryl – hope you’re having a great weekend too.
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🙂
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For the benefit of Mr Kite, I’m still standing there. 😉
That’s truely a splendid poem you made.
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I like that – a lot to learn in these words
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Not easy though is it …
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