“The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.” Joan Didion
Unsettled There are many things that unsettle me, a gnawing sense of missing a commitment, the arrival of those letters with a window, running low on fuel out in the bush, a visit to the dentist, but nothing compares to the southerlies that assault our house rattling the eaves and raking the roof, pushing on the glass, sneaking through door frames, bending trees, interrupting sleep, stealing summer, surely a wind has other places to visit? Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All rights Reserved ®️
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Beautifully penned 💖🌹
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Beautiful. I love the sound of the wind, not so much the destruction that sometimes comes with it, which brings the unsettled feeling you so well describe. I think you are missing an “are” in your first line.
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Well spotted – thank you. And thank you for engaging and sharing.
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🙂 You’re welcome.
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Universal and natural!
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Your poem captures that unsettled feeling very well. The wind as metaphor for feeling unsettled by external forces over which we have no control is perfect.
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I also have trouble collecting serenity on windy days. When I had no shelter at all I got through the cold, pain, humiliation, all of it, right to toxic shock and near death ~ but it was the wind which always finally reduced me to tears.
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I can only imagine what that might have been like, what a horror.
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An extremely accurate choice of adjectives.
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I wished it were otherwise ….
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Your energies received gratefully here 🙏🌹
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Always sending ❤️
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✨
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Better there than here😂
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😂
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Interesting poetry, and good relay of change in concern with the latter-described, present and physical reality as opposed to the former imagined potentials …relatable imagery, beautiful photo.
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many thanks
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I have never been out in the bush, but it doesn’t sound like a good place to be when you are running out of fuel.
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Think Arizona I guess (not sure) or someplace remote, where the fuel supply is tenuous, sometimes it is unnerving.
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You wrote this for me I think – yes it is very unsettling and is robbing me of my much beloved summer days
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I did 🙂
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The wind in and of itself does not unsettle me … it’s those tornado sirens that unsettle me most!
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I hate any sirens – they jar, so I would hate those too, we don’t have them where I live. Thank you Jill.
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Me too! Sirens and/or flashing lights, especially in my rearview mirror in the car, for some reason make me nervous. 🚨
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I had an interesting youth, and a very interesting relationship with the law 🙂 so I carry some grrr
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Ahhhhh … I can relate in a way … I had a few run-ins with the law myself as a youth, like the times I hot-wired my father’s car and took it without his knowledge. Learning to hot-wire a car at age 13 came in handy a few times. 🤣
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Reblogged this on https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thank you Michael 🙂
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Many thanks for the link
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