“Remember the past, and that there is a future.” Deborah Harkness
Souvenirs Memories, days mantled by feelings of breathless anticipation, the constant desire for something, anything, to happen, the spark of the next thing, at the very least a sense of movement delaying atrophy, warding off any wound to the exponential revolution that whelmed a generation into action, now located in opulent coffee-table books and undergrad courses, documentaries, all taming towards a collective amnesia, but even now the germ of its energy rises from below, the subvenire of a hope held in words, songs, art, waiting for us to attach enough significance to them they might be forever held. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️ Note: Subvenire is the Latin original for the French souvenir (to remember) and carries the meaning to come from below.
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In the worst case we are getting back to well cared memories. Wonderful, Paul! Sorry for my delay! Have a nice rest of the week! xx Michael
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Great poetry Paul, as you had me from the breathless anticipation, and constant desire and kept my interest all the way to the significance of memories being forever held.
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Thank you so much for this Jim (catching up my admin), appreciated.
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So good, Paul.
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Many thanks VJ 🙂
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My pleasure
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Amazing poetry
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Very kind, thank you so much.
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Love this!
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Thank you Tammy
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Wow 🤩 what a wonderful poem. Love the quote too, in turbulent times it can hard to imagine a future and too easy to hold onto the past.
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Thank you so much Rae, very much appreciated, and yes, exactly as you say.
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Yes.
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Many thanks Ana
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Sometimes it feels like you’re reading my mind😉
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Hmm, I hope that’s okay 🙂
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Sure
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🙂
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ah the accumulation of our special moments tend to collide and often feel like another life, you capture this well …
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Many thanks Kate 🙂
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And I wait for this moment, always and again, so that the life in me starts again.
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Yes, always and again, that is it really, thank you John
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“at the very least a sense of
movement delaying atrophy,”
Loved these lines, Paul!
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You have captured this feeling so well
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Much appreciated.
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