“The more veiled becomes the outside world, steadily losing in colour, tone, and passions, the more urgently the inner world calls us.” Carl Jung
Come Back The walls of the city whisper as I pass collecting snippets of their meaning, while trees hang in solemn knowing, and birds console with sweet songs and dance ahead of me, though I feel heavy on the cinder path today, the weeds seem more plentiful, stronger than ever, and time swirls turmoil through me as I judge myself and wonder too, where has my passion flown? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Perhaps the judging is weighing the passion down. Look up and be enlightened.
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Yes, look up …. thank you Patricia
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Exactly.
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This speaks for me also
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Thank you for sharing this Cheryl
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Sometimes it goes away, but then comes back. The fact that the city, the birds and even the weeds speak to you mean that it’s still there, deep inside, waiting to explode and carry you on a storm of inspiration.
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Yes I often go to nature for restoration, it speaks in nurturing ways. Thank you very much.
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yeah I agree, you just have to reach for it.
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Yes
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You describe the scene quite well ~ we all experience doubt within ourselves from time to time ~ what you do best for certain is destined to return. Stay strong.
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Thank you so much for this.
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You’re most welcome.
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I love this line: “I / feel heavy on the cinder path today.” (Gut reaction. There is something about the way it sounds.)
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Ah, that makes sense to me, it almost didn’t make it in, but the line played on me and came from somewhere deep, so yes.
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When it comes to poetry, I’m all about the gut reaction lines’ working on a subliminal level.
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Yes, I feel that way too, something that moves me is worthy.
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Paul, this is a very vivid poem. I especially like the line, “The weeds seem more plentiful.” We sometimes pass through a barren place on our creative journeys. A familiar human experience beautifully expressed. ❤ All the best!
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We do Cheryl, and I’ve come to recognise the signs and even appreciate the change for a season too, thank you for those kind words.
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Beautifully written Paul,
i did miss reading your lovely poems, but I’m back now.
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Beautifully expressed, Paul!
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Thank you very much Amy.
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Beautifully penned serenity. Lovely!
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Loving your response, many thanks for this.
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You are most welcome. 😊
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Sombre and introspective but beautifully worded painting a picture of emotions
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Yes, a more overt and vulnerable offering, thank you for sharing.
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