“The wall that protects you also imprisons you.” Susan Jeffers
Making Light Can you remember when the wall fell? Were you even alive in that very moment, the ending of a long drawn out facade, walls always fall after the pride of a nation. Were you even alive in that very moment when the world held its breath waiting, walls always fall after the pride of a nation, more than just rubble it is the people. When the world held its breath waiting in hope of a creative existential shift, more than just rubble it is the people making light from oppressive darkness. In hope of a creative existential shift, the ending of a long drawn out facade, making light from oppressive darkness, can you remember when the wall fell? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Mr. Gorbachev tear down this wall.
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Ha, yes, I remember Reagan saying that.
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It was iconic, but how long did it last? Horrible times, indeed! xx Michael
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Yes, a blink of an eye.
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Love the quote and the magnificent poem, Paul. “making light from oppressive darkness” ❤ I remember when the Berlin wall fell, and I have a small piece of it, complete with grafitti! My late husband had it in a frame hanging on his office wall.
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Wow, a wonderful artefact to have.
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My youngest was a senior in high school that fall. Yes.
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We always remember because we remember what else was happening too, Yes indeed.
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Yes, I remember. Something I will never forget.
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Yes, an astounding moment.
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Yes, I remember the fall of the Berlin wall. There was such hope for a better future in the air.
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yes, much hope not realised, sadly.
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Sadly, indeed.
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Wonderful poem.
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Thank you Pat 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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I remember when the wall came down. My neighbour’s sister was on the other side. She got to see her sister for the first time in so many years.
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Yes, the untold human cost of power mongers.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
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magnificent Paul and I remember and still falling through the bottom now. 😢
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Ah, yes, thank you so much Cindy 🙂
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Thank you very much.
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Thank you Nelson
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I will never forget it. I was watching it on TV, and crying. You see, I was born in W. Berlin before the wall came down. Also, I had an aunt in East Germany who committed suicide 5 years before it did. If only she could have hung on for a few more years.
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That is so sad Susi, yes, timing. What a travesty we commit when we allow politics and rules to destroy lives.
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And some of it, unfortunately, is out of our control. :_(
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Yes, which is so frustrating.
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Very.
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Wow I love your pantoums they are amazing and this one nothingness
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Thank you so much for that 🙂
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