“The conflict between the will to deny horrible events and the will to proclaim them aloud is the central dialectic of psychological trauma.” Judith Herman
The Sigh How do you measure a life, by success or failure or, perhaps, what if it were by sighs, sighs of yearning for endings or beginnings, or the intensity of lips and thighs, the pressure of impending deadlines, nature's unrepeatable moments, sometimes it is grief, that there are things beyond us which cannot, try as we might, be resolved and the mess of that elicits one long operatic sigh, a powerlessness at once acknowledged and denied in one breath, adumbrated in the hope of a quiet release from the burden of all that thieves and saps the energy of our lives, and which becomes the mantra of our days. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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So unfortunately true. No wonder sighs are so often delayed until old age.
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Yes indeed Judy and thank you.
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A totally fresh and lovely way of looking at life. Paul
Well done. 😇🤓🙏
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Thank you very much Pat.
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I have very little power to control a part of the life!
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so very true.
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Do you have an answer, please?
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I think it’s to go with all the sighs, there’s no other way.
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After the news this morning, the sigh is long
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sapping is a good term for it. it wears a body down after awhile.
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Yes, that slow drain feeling.
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If only one good, long operatic sigh would resolve the troubles of the world, but I’ve tried to no avail.
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Me too, we need everyone to join in.
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Very lovely poem 👌🙏🌷
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Thank you Thattamma
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Most welcome 🙏🌷
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
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Beautiful words.
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Thank you 🙂
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Most welcome.
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It seems that I sigh and just shake my head every day after watching or reading the news! Your poem perfectly expresses the way I feel about covid statistics, violence, natural disasters, and all the rest! Take care, Paul! ❤
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Yes, it is becoming a long sigh, you take care too Cheryl
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Wow what a powerful poem – a window into a soul
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Yes, that’s it really, thank you.
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Wonderful poetic capture of all the various times we sigh. In addition, schooling me on a new word – adumbrated! I especially loved these lines
“hope of a quiet release from the
burden of all that thieves and
saps the energy of our lives”
You’ve so eloquently included how we can get easily lost in those “sigh” moments too. Well done, Paul!
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Thank you for closely reading and sharing the affect for you Susi, so enjoyed your response.
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My pleasure, always! 🙂
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Reblogged this on Ace Caring & Sharing News and commented:
Poetry is food for the soul 😌💥
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