At dVerse Lisa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem about an animal; about humans who exhibit animal characteristics; or create your own myth or fable about an animal. For more details follow the link below:
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Menagerie
“Few of us are satisfied with retreating from the world and just working on ourselves.” Pema Chodron
Echidna Days Some days are echidna days when pointy quills are insufficient to hold back the tide of overwhelming pain, the rush of the world unedited into my soft hearted veins of love, so much easier to dig into the hollow, down, down into the cave of comfort, to bury myself against the unholy monologue of misery that desires to possess me, no bell, book, or candle can beat this reliquary of sainthood. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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It’s so beautiful and also heart touching. Best wishes, Michael
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In an era of cowardice and the cruelty it causes, solitude is the only haven.
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A really cute looking fellow.
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This is incredibly deep and moving, Paul!! 💖💖
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Paul, “echidna days”what a perfect name for those days. “Reliquary of sainthood” wonderful line. I can see why the little critter digs into that rich red soil instead of being overwhelmed with a steady stream of traffic of those invading their space. Cool video. The echidna looks like a tribble there 🙂
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I feel that I would like to dig into the ground myself.
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I’m with Friend Echidna, I’m afraid.
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You had me with the first line! Loved this!
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I love this poem – I love this imagery – it tells my story
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This video and poem are superb, Paul! How painful to be as shy as an echidna! ❤
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Yes, that would be too much. I’m more extroverted, but lately I’m getting in tune with my introverted self, the world is quite mad some days.
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I love this, Paul, especially the lines:
‘… pointy quills are insufficient
to hold back the tide of overwhelming pain’
and
‘my soft hearted veins of love,
so much easier to dig into the hollow’.
I often feel like that!
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Thank you so much Kim, yes, if only we could do it 🙂
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👌👌
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Many thanks 🙂
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🙏🙏
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Many thanks Jonathan 🙂
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U R WELCOME!
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👍
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