“Because today, I think I’m leaning on the side of wonder.” Melina Marchetta
With Hope She stood as if leaning against the wind, but there was no wind, just her tired frame pitted against an invisible pressure, feted with a comfortable pose well practiced, leaning into life as if pitching towards uncertainty, leaning with intent, with hope, she had been leaning for sometime towards hope. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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Articoli su Medicina, Legge e Diritto, ma anche Aforismi, Riflessioni, e Poesie.
Un balbettio che pian piano diventa linguaggio
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Korean cooking, restaurants, and delivery foods
poet and author of The Light in the Cave
A place to freely express emotions and ideas.
Home of Democracy Jones
Man is a self-conscious nothing. ~Julius Bahnsen
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
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Ooooh I love this; I recognise this stance and it is one that I would like to rest into more and more.
I love the serendipity and synchronicity of this, Paul, as today I was talking to an older friend about these very things, and the phrase came to me: ‘Hope is a rehearsal for joy’ which I am savouring today in the face of both remembered joys and grieving sadnesses.
Such is life, ever oscillating betweenwise,,, Go well, and thanks!
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I love that “Hope is a rehearsal for joy” wow, thank you for sharing that, encouraging, I too am journeying with those feelings, thank you so much.
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She must have a lot of confidence!
❤
David
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She sure does David 🙂
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Lovely poetry !
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Thank you very much indeed.
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My pleasure!
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When leaning toward hope, strength to go on is given. Thoughtful words from you as always, Paul.
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Thank you Patricia, yes so agree it is indeed.
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Nice poem!
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Many thanks for that.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you so much for that 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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If Hope is there , everything possible!
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Yes, I feel that way too.
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Beautifully delivered in words and imagery Paul!💖
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Beautiful poem paired with a lovely photo, Paul. ❤ Have a great week!
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You too Cheryl and thank you
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leaning with intent, with hope,… very touching.
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Determined, that sense of no going back.
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Ah, yes! Hope, when what isn’t there is strong enough to support you and uncertainty is forgotten as trust rebuilds.
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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That lean feels like a yearning. Lovely, Paul. 🙂
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I love the imagery in this poem – I feel like this sometimes
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