“Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.” Voltaire
All In A Second Doubt, that husk building woodworm who creeps carefully under my glittering self-sureness, taking its time, waiting for the right moment to slot into my thought train, leaving me in a gently unsettled anaesthesia, disoriented, and without a map, all in second, until the winds of reasoned calm push aside the shadows letting the sun in once again. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
“husk building woodworm” what a great image. My doubt is first to the gate – not quite so slow to react.
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Ooh, you took us right there ~ and brought us right back! I actually heaved a deep, luxurious sigh at the end…
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An apt description, Paul.
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Thank you Luanne 🙂
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This happens more as we get older with more quiet time☺️
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It sure can 😉
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Let those winds of reasoned calm blow!
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We must, and we must open all the windows.
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Yes!
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“the winds of reasoned
calm push aside the shadows
letting the sun in once again”
Beautiful image, Paul.
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Thank you for sharing how it spoke to you Patricia, very much appreciated.
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Deep reflection – great poem
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Thank you
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Oh yes, doubt is insidious at times! Good write, Paul!
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Thank you Susi, very much appreciated.
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You’re welcome, Paul!
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