
“The future … seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie …” Edward Young
What Now? Repetitive Days, clamping to the bench, the clang of metal, choosing actions, being filtered, tectonic turning plates, left and right, spindle and handle, sinew cranking hard, the heft of life, an endless vista of grind and broken dreams as mince, what now the plate? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Thank you
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Beautiful portrayal of that question that haunts me many times. Well written Paul
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Yes, haunts is a great word for this feeling Radhika, thank you so much for sharing.
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I’m losing my appetite Paul …
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Yes, I have the same response, thank you Ivor 😉
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What now, indeed? I say, transform that minced meat into a tasty dish for the discriminating palate.
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Yes, something positive 🙂
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🙂
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Universal Reality!
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Yes indeed.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck, wonderful to have your support.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day! Hope it helps acquire followers for you!!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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what now.. nice reflections Paul. I say use it as a frisbee Paul! 😂💖
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Exactly
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome
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Beautiful lines yes now the question is ” What now the plate”? Well shared thanks 😊👍
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Thank you so much Priti 🙂
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It’s my pleasure stay blessed 😊👌❤
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