
“History is always changing behind us, and the past changes a little every time we retell it.” Hilary Mantel
Even Now I really don't want to inhabit the past, to be its victim of obsessions that exhaust and imprison, all those tangled feelings looking for expiation from the complex web of experiences that clutch so tightly, and even now, with faint trace, haunting me with what ifs and maybes. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
The past can be tenacious. Sometimes it just won’t go away.
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Too true
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That haunting never leaves us! We are all prisoners of past, isn’t it! So well said, Paul.
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I know whereof you speak. The past can be a trap.
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Deadly if not acknowledged i think.
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Yep, and I have the therapy bills to prove it.
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Your intriguing poem reminded me of these lines in Leonard Cohen’s song/poem ‘The Goal” … Now is the essence …
“I move with the leaves
I shine with the chrome
I’m almost alive
I’m almost at home
No one to follow
And nothing to teach
Except that the goal
Falls short of the reach”
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Loving your response Ivor.
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My pleasure Paul
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Ya, yuck.
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🙂
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Great post, Paul!! Really loved the message in the last two lines!!!
Great song by this title too.
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Thank you so much Chuck
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😁👍
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Yes so true – great poem
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Thank you 🙂
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