“Look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else.” Tom Stoppard (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead)
The Open Door The open door completely reframed my sense of story, imagining a world beyond the fragile paralysis of this one, now I know what to look for in this muddled middle, something I still hold on to in all this long striving. Imagining a world beyond the fragile paralysis of this one, I have my own reasons for this largess of imagination, something I still hold on to in all this long striving, Besides, mystery is an invitation to a wondering. I have my own reasons for this largess of imagination, I'm trying to tell you that we can not live without it, besides, mystery is an invitation to a wondering, a moving towards yet joyfully never fully arriving. I'm trying to tell you that we can not live without it, Now I know what to look for in this muddled middle, a moving towards yet joyfully never fully arriving, the open door completely reframed my sense of story. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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You don’t have to convince me, Paul. Just keep that door open; I’m right behind you!
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I’m glad to hear that VJ 🙂
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How you imagine in only one direction ?
There definitely may be and can be an opposite direction !
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Always 🙂
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I’m listening, brother. I think I could use a bit more of the incomplete arrivals, but will turn to face this seemingly perpetually open door braced and strengthened by your words… 🙏🏼
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Then we go together, braced 🙂
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How good it is to have you as companion in arms.
I think many souls must feel the same!
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Thank you Ana – isn’t it great that we do not go alone but together, stronger.
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Makes all the difference to this heart ❤️
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Fascinated by the structure of this poem with the repeated lines moving through like repeats of colour in a weaving pattern. I think I’ve seen something similar in another of yours. Does this structure have a known technical name within the poetic canon? or is it a Cannon?
PS I like the poem too, and love the image best of all.
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No, not a Cannon (I wish) but yes an historical form, the form is known as Pantoum, a Malay form that is now in several variations and principally relies on a rhythm of repeating every second line and finishing with the first. It really is intriguing because as you write you don’t quite know how it will work out (unless you spend hours trying to force a construction) and sometimes I get a surprise out of it. Thank you for the question and for the lovely response.
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Ah, thank you Paul for your teaching. I never studied poetry formally beyond 16 and now I like to gather and graze on the hoof. Now feeling well nourished for today…
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Glad to assist, I only found this form a few years ago, it seems there are as many writing forms for poetry as there are stars in the universe, we will always be learning … thank you again.
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The penultimate stanza in particuar resonated with me.
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Thank you Liz, I sense that now you’ve said it, given what you have shared and hinted at.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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…mystery is an invitation to a wondering…Love it! Something to ponder.
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Thank you very much Patricia, I hope you enjoy the ponder.
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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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Thank goodness for doors otherwise we’d always feel trapped. Lovely style of writing, Paul!
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Very kind, thank you for that Susi,
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You’re welcome, Paul!
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Wow I love this pantoum
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