At dVerse Grace is hosting Open Link Night when we post our own choice of poem.
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“Existence is a series of footnotes to a vast, obscure, unfinished masterpiece.” Vladimir Nabokov
Wondering In my youth I always sensed a long tomorrow always arriving with plenty of time for all I needed. These days my tomorrows are arriving loaded, and burdened with bear traps of yesterday's unfinished business; leaving me to ponder the moment of my departure from all my tomorrows, wondering, what might remain tantalisingly unfinished? Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Thank you Michael
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My pleasure, Paul! xx Michael
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So true, Paul! The older we get, the more we lack the time for things that we had not even considered.I wish you a nice weekend! xx Michael
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Thank you Michael, I hope you have a great weekend too. 😉
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Thank you, Paul! xx Michael
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Michael rocks 👌👍👏👏👏😆
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He really does 🙂
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Beautiful! 👏👏
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Yep, I feel it too.
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So it’s not just me 🙂
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Ah, yes the joys (?) of ageing. At 81, I know them all too well. The cracking bones, the swollen knees, the unsightly knuckles … I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m hoping for all those many tomorrows you wrote of so beautifully.
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Yes, in the moment but with a view to what maybe, an open door. I love your list, such joys eh?
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It seems to me that death must always find us saying, “Oh, but I’m still in the middle of…”
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I think that is true, apart from those on life support or in a coma, I sat with many who said something like that.
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Oh, that’s right ~ this is your work turf! I understand folks at that stage tend to be far less regretful of what they did do, and more of what they didn’t stretch to do.
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Y/es, with the exception of those bound in guilt many tend to let go.
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Well done, love the positive uptick at the end: the coming spring should be so beautiful…
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I like your thinking about spring 🙂
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Love the Nabakov quote and have your same wonderings…
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It must our stage in life, I guess it that’s normal 🙂 thank you Lisa.
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You’re most welcome, Paul.
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I’m still coming to grips with not being immortal.
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It lurks, I’m quite sure, in all of us.
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So I’ve been told. 😉
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and now our tomorrows are here! 💞
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They are Cindy, they are and isn’t it a wonderful thing too ❤️
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Indeed it is Paul💕❤️
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Love this part specially: burdened with
bear traps of yesterday’s
unfinished business;
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Thank you Grace
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It is hard to imagine that, at any time, I could disappear from here and be somewhere, different. I guess, when it happens, it won’t matter what hasn’t been done.
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I often reflect that it won’t matter we will be in transition.
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“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day…”
😉
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It sure does 🙂
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You may have gathered that Macbeth is one of my favourite plays… LOL
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Paul ~ you’ve done it again. This is so beautifully and truthfully written…
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David
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Thank you, thank you David for sharing this, wow.
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Funny how your perspective changes as you age…or maybe not funny. Expected, necessary.
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Yes, I have noted the changes, and yes perspective and context are everything it seems. I have come to expect it, I can plot many changes.
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I wish I could plot anything, something. (haha)
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Lol, It does feel that way some days.
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I would find it immensely sad if I left this world with nothing left unfinished…
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Ha, we are peas in a pod, I thought I was the only one who thought like that.
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Wonderful. Its interesting how we suddenly find ourselves dealing with “bear traps of yesterday’s unfinished business”. We sail along like our tomorrows are endless…..until they’re not.
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Yes, until they’re not. Thank you very much Mish.
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❤️
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Thank you
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Unfinished business? Or perhaps part of a greater whole that we don’t yet recognize.
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Yes, in fact either way now I look at it as both are a waiting for awareness.
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Tomorrow is beckoning for sure! This is exquisitely woven, dear Paul! Here’s hoping February is kind to us. ❤️❤️
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I hope that hope is coming true. Thank you very much for your comment Sanaa
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Sobering – but great reflective poem
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Lovely! Mind checking out my blog?
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Sure
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Thanks you!😌
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