
“Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf.” Annie Dillard
Watching All The Movements Today I watched all the movements as I crawled into tunnels of elastic time stretching out in a distortion, like neon in night rain, a looming weave of acidity and alkali, a rainbow of mixed emotion as thin as rice paper with a shred of something fragile about it hanging in the wind, as I navigated opposites, looking for the singular moment. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
I particularly like this simile:
stretching out in a distortion,
like neon in night rain,
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Thanks for that Liz, glad you liked that one.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Many thanks Michael xx
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I love the word pictures in this poem
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I’m glad that worked, good to know, and glad you liked it.
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