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dVerse Poets – Poetics – Epiphany In The Time Of Holiday
“Every moment an epiphany arrives and cleaves the mountain asunder.” Kim Stanley
Of Epiphanies Aristotle to Zeno, this soil so barren and alkaline, I've passed this way so many times before expecting that penny so often hoped, but it creeps along wet window frames, swirls in day old coffee grinds and grows, like milkweed among the kale, ever the wasabi of my busted soul , the inarticulate joys of birth-pains, collected moments of masochistic revelation, waiting in dusty corners, hanging on evacuated spider webs, invisible until I look up, look down, look in and connect the dots to me as steps of seeing the twisted strands of silver shining over me. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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This is so interesting, Paul, as far as description goes…deserved a second read. Love the photo
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I love the metaphors, especially “the wasabi of my busted soul”. Thanks for sharing, Paul! I hope you have a nice week! xx Michael
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Great one 🙂
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I just love the two ending lines!
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For me it shines with themes of rebirth.
I loved it❤
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Connecting the dots … a lovely epiphany.
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Paul,
“I’ve passed this way so many times before/expecting that penny”: Indeed. What a remarkable observation, so obviously true, that when we go seeking them, epiphanies come creeping slow! Then in a certain pausing, looking in, cobwebs become (love this!) “twisted strands of silver shining over me.” Nothing else need be said.
pax,
dora
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This is so good it made my head explode.
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David
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Pretty colorful for abandoned soil☺️
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“invisible until I look up, look down, look in and connect the dots” that says it all, Paul.
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I think it’s so cool to be ‘expecting’ that penny. And I think he will surely find more than just pennies every time. Love how this spoke to me. Felt connected. Thanks.
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Many thanks Selma, it is always so special to know that a poem connects, much appreciated.
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Yours connected with me. Thanks so much. xo
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🙂 xo
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‘ever the/wasabi of my busted soul’ – wonderful!
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Paul, this is a poem of magnificent metaphors and vivid images. The speaker in the poem is not giving up the fight. I believe that epiphanies come to those who struggle.
I especially like the (lucky?) “penny” being compared to “milkweeds growing among the kale.” I know you can’t eat milkweed, but you can watch the butterflies!
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Yes, that’s so true, you can watch the butterflies, nice touch, and yes, through struggle we see, thank you Cheryl 🙂
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Love the use of words here describe a great truth
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Thank you 🙂
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