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