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“What is more generous than a window?” Pat Schneider
Who Will? Who cares for the sill, that faithful ledge of old who holds the pane in high esteem and kindly thwarts the elements of nature's unruly love for us, now the blistering, powdered paint exposing deep, ancient cracks and shrinking, the frame so loose, a sliver missing from the edge, no longer crisp and plumbly square, wearing as the days inexorably roll along, and nature still calls by, wondering, who will care for the sill? Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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With you around, do we need snyone else! My god, Paul! Lucky is that crumbling sill to have such a lovely tribute written for it!
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Love this Paul – especially the rill, thrill of internal rhymes. (I guess you could play on the further.) You may like to look at a writing-for-wellbeing blog that I wrote in June 2020 – which delights in the poem by Pat Schneider that you reference. Do please add a link to Who Will, in my comments!
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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 weekend!
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Beautifully expressed, Paul. Who will care for the sill?, true.
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Thank you Amy, yes the hard elements they face.
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I LOVE the metaphor!!
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Thank you so much Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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I love the line “natures unruly love for us” describing so well our unending fight to protect ourselves from it
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Yes, that’s it, the battle
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