Safe Heartmoor – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting Poetics with an invitation to take one of ten words from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig.

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The word I have chosen is – “Heartmoor, the primal longing for a home village to return to, a place that no longer exists, if it ever did.”

“The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.” Joan Didion

Safe Heartmoor

My child self chose the frisky winds,
playing along the curves of adventure 
near my backdoor, while my
youthful self created risky winds,
pushing the edges of elder norms until,
my middle self held against the winds
of time, like a sailor lashed to the wheel
of storm's fortunes, and my mature self,
an oxymoron surely, wakes and watches
for those frisky winds at my backdoor,
waiting to feel that wonderment and 
retrace my anchor points towards my
safe heartmoor, where I may winter
for a time.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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44 responses to “Safe Heartmoor – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Paul, I love the way this ends and the way you tied your different selves together.

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  2. Oh Paul, I so love this! You described each self so well, it is difficult to pick a favourite line.

    Like

  3. Paul, I had to read this one twice just to savor this succinct, yet epic poem.

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  4. an oxymoron surely

    It is for me, for sure, Paul ❤

    -David

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  5. I love the movement of this poem! Thank you for introducing me to the word “heartmoor.” I hadn’t seen it before.

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  6. There’s such a feeling of comfort in the idea you convey of returning to that heartmoor!

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  7. Fantastic when you are on a journey with all your selfs at the same time. Finding a safe place to moor for a while from frisky, risky winds is what we need

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  8. sanaarizvi

    This is sheer poetic brilliance! 💝💝

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  9. Very good. I can only think of du Bellay’s
    “Heureux qui comme Ulysse
    A fait un beau voyage
    Ou comme cestui-là qui conquit la Toison
    Et puis est retourné, plein d’usage et de raison
    Vivre entre ses parents le reste de son âge…”
    English version here;:
    https://www.frenchtoday.com/french-poetry-reading/heureux-qui-comme-ulysse-joachim-bellay/

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  10. Wintering at the frisky winds. I love that! One day, when time machines are a reality, we can enjoy endless days in them…

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  11. I adore this, Paul! – a splendid evocation of life’s journey. This line and a half really resonates with me:
    ‘…held against the winds
    of time, like a sailor lashed to the wheel’
    It reminds me of my time in management when I often felt I was standing on a deck of a ship, my hand desperately trying to hold her steady through a storm.

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  12. You put into words what many think and feel but cannot find the words to express themselves…like me.

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