Day: January 23, 2021

Possibilities

~ thereluctantpoet

Confab With Me

I love your silence,

the quietness that draws like the fog on a winter morning caressing the gelid airs,

for in your innate absence of voice,

my desirous heart wait with a hope of a beautiful possibility called us

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We Might – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

~ thereluctantpoet

parallax

Photo: http://www.azeg,org an earth fissure in Arizona.

“The only journey is the one within.” Rainer Maria Rilke

We Might

We might have carved a fissure in our world
so fine that it seemed inconsequential 
in the dreams we held of plains and smoothness,
outside of time yet to be gathered.

So fine that it seemed inconsequential,
understood only in the loneliness of crowds,
outside of time yet to be gathered
with small gestures of compassion.

Understood only in the loneliness of crowds
where the silence is complete in the noise
with small gestures of compassion,
exploring every felt prospect of hope.

Where the silence is complete in the noise,
in the dreams we held of plains and smoothness,
exploring every felt prospect of hope,
we might have carved a fissure in our world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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