At dVerse Merril is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write about track or any form of the word.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Track
“If you never get off-trail you never discover new landscapes.” Maxime lagace
Floating Away I love where the track narrows, restricting, though never constricting, the pilgrims of hallow advance, not seeking to overcome or consume the weight of material living and, once entered, discovering that everything floats away like harvest husks on a dry breeze, seeking new pastures. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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I get such a sense of peace reading this Paul. Truly lovely.
(Though I’d probably be in a panic losing the track.)
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I love your reaction Merril (In my warped way, I kind of hope to get lost in the bush)
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Well, I can get lost getting off an elevator, so I’m not the person to go off in the wilderness. 🤣
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Lol, well, if you ever happen to this neck of the bush, I will happily guide 🙂
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Sounds like a great plan, Paul! 😊
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🙂
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Yes it does!
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🙂
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Yes,peaceful, poignant and to the point! JIM
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Many thanks Jim, appreciated.
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Trails like these do not confine. Your poem and image remind me of many paths I’ve hiked with my husband in New Mexico. I especially love these lines….”everything floats away like
harvest husks on a dry breeze”.
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They are so wonderful to hike, healing for me. Thank you Mish.
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“not seeking to overcome or consume”
What a lovely thought that is, Paul!
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Thank you indeed.
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So beautiful
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Thank you 🙂
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