“Wash the dust from your soul and heart with wisdom’s water.” Rumi
Just Waiting Today we moved some dust around, it had gathered unrepentant in corners, forming little mountains of repute, offering puthered clouds so black, of dreams blown in the wind, catching in open eyes, waiting for open doors, secretly travelling on cats, hiding in cracks, sticking to the brush, stores of memory just waiting to distract our futures. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
this love fairy fell in love with her ghost
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Writing, blogging, journaling
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I like Rumi’s metaphor and your poetic take on it.
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Many thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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I love the “secretly traveling in cars”😂
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Cats are dust taxis, but then we do have a rag doll so the long hair just picks up dust.
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Beautiful poem…love the word ‘puthered’ had to look that one up (spell check doesn’t like it). I have a wood burner that puthers a lot.
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Many thanks Rae, that word came early in my child hood. My mother has many such words from her formative years growing up in Derbyshire. Quite expressive.
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Dust is quite unrepentant… (There we shall all end I understand?)
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Apparently we return to carbon, intriguing because Quantum physics doesn’t differ on that part.
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Thanks so much for this poem, Paul!!! I loved it and the message. However, if you have favorite memories and moments that you revisit and relive so that there is no dust gathering on them, aren’t they exempt from being let go? Ha! Very inspirational!!
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That is a really good point Chuck, i guess on reflection I was more concerned for the ones that do gather emotional dust and entrap us in some romanticised prison. Thank you very much indeed. 🙂
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You are very right about those types of memories. I think they are “usually” the ones that gather dust since they are painful or bittersweet!! Great poem!! 😁✨👍
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Absolutely chuck 🙂
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A great description of cleaning… moving dust around! I love it.
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Ha, yes, a life in dust 🙂 thank you Dwight – Happy Christmas.
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You are welcome. Merry Christmas, Paul.
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Thank you Michael 🙂
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My pleasure, Paul! Enjoy the festive days! xx Michael
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I fully agree to Liz’ comment. Love it! xx Michael
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Love it – a different take on dusting
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