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“What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?” Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Resurrection Perchance? The funeral drum has no thrum, only a steady, maudlin beat, clack, clack, clack, while in sombre sun we stood in grief all gravely knitted in black, to farewell beloved kindness, a sudden death of lack, all whispered enquiry - was it a lengthy illness? met with empty shrugs, embarrassed silence mused - had kindness been off-colour, was there foul play? No one could say but we all knew that kindness had ceased to thrive for some years and died a 6.04 p.m. today. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Kindness does seem to be in short supply
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Yes, it has taken a hammering for sure.
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Wow! Stunning poem, Paul!
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Many thanks for this 🙂
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Life would be terrible without kindness. But fortunately it is always there. Well written.
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Yes it arises unseen in many hearts.
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I think kindness is critically ill but not dead yet. I love the use of metaphor in your poem, particularly the first two lines.
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Yes, it just needs a a reboot in some places I feel. Thank you very much Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Packs a punch, Paul. Well done!
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Stephen, thank you very much indeed for sharing that.
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I felt sad reading this poem
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I feel there is an unkindness creeping into the world.
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