At dVerse Linda is hosting Poetics with an invitation to use a line (choice of eight lines) from a James Harrison poem as an epigraph.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Songs of Unreason
“I don’t know what happens after death but I’ll have to chance it.” from ‘Desert Snow” by Jim Harrison
To Live So many the schemes of fall, whose tentacles sliver and snare the unwitting, hapless traveller looking for meaning, while insuring, forestalling, the one dark door of mystery beyond all knowing, even of a simple kind, and whose edge dominates even the philosopher's mind; seeds fall and seasons process down the hall of time, but I'll not invest in any scheme, the reveal can only be lived. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“…seeds fall and seasons process down the hall of time…”–love that! Also, I enjoy the rhythm of the poem as it unfolds. Very engaging to read.
Thanks for sharing.
-Julie
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Thank you so much Julie – wow!
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Thank you Sir. Love your blog 💥
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Thank you so much 🙂
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“seeds fall and seasons process down the hall of time, but I’ll not invest in any scheme,”.. my goodness this is potent! Such a thought-provoking poem this is Paul! I am in awe 💝💝
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Very kind Sanaa, so appreciate your encouraging feedback. 🙂
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I love your closing line.
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Yes, yes, yes!
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Thank you for the affirmatives David – yes indeed 🙂
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That’s the line that resonated with me as well.
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Thank you for sharing Liz.
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Thank you for that Ken 🙂
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Paul, a beautiful poem with a profound meaning. ❤ The "dark door of mystery" will open for all of us with the passage of time.
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Yes indeed Cheryl, and thank you 🙂
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You are right … the one who claims to know the most probably knows the least. It is the not knowing that drives us up the wall. We humans think we have to know everything!
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Yes, that’s it Dwight, we think we have to know and think we do know, tragic.
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We each will cross the threshold of that mysterious dark door and we wonder what’s beyond…ghouls or glory?
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O indeed Lynn
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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‘The reveal can only be lived’ … yesssss!
And thank you Paul for introducing me to the riches of dVerse, whose nautiloid tentacles have truly slithered and ensnared me … and are also opening up door after door into the mysteries of others’ heart-minds…
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My pleasure indeed, and thank you so much for sharing your reactions too.
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Love, love, love the ending of this Paul!
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Thank you very much Linda 🙂
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You’re most welcome. 😊
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Superb! And I really loved the ending!
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Many thanks for sharing this.
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Yes… only through living it will be revealed.
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Bang on Bjorn, but you know this experience 🙂
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Absolutely, Paul…the reveal can only be lived!
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Yes, absolutely so Punam
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The one dark door of mystery, the big reveal at the end of the journey.
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Yes indeed, thank you.
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Your poem is beautiful ~~~~~
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Thank you Carol, high praise indeed.
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Very kind – thank you so much.
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‘the one
dark door of mystery beyond
all knowing’
so haunting: we must all go through that door sooner or later. But I think we shouldn’t be afraid!
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I do agree Ingrid we much and we must never be afraid or alow others to make us fearful, thank you for sharing that.
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Many thanks
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Great poem
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Thank you
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