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Mending

I have mended the morning again.
It was in pieces, parts scattered 
everywhere until I gathered in
all that I could hear, smell,
taste, touch and see
and made the morning 
come together in me.
With practice it becomes 
very easy.

Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025

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Deb M Date: 4/25/2025 6:41:00 AM ‘Mended the morning again’….l just love the way your mind works Paul and how wonderfully you put those thoughts into words that really grabs the readers mind and attention! Another beauty Paul! Debx Login to Reply Paul Willason Date: 4/26/2025 6:34:00 AM I can manage it sometimes, glueing everything back together although I do get the pieces out of order some days. Always good to hear from you Deb...hope you are well...take care, Paul

Jeanette Swan Date: 4/25/2025 12:49:00 AM Yes! Walking the dog can be like this too - staring at tree trunk patterns and the balletic poses (dog at tree). Walking has just the right pace for collecting the pieces. Assonance, rhyme and alliterative moments are always pleasing to the ear as the collection of words chime to ring a bit louder. J :) Login to Reply Paul Willason Date: 4/26/2025 6:31:00 AM Thanks Jeanette for your kind words...exercising the dog along with one's five senses ...a perfect combination. Good to know the poem reached the ear. Very much value yr feedback. Paul

Lin Lane Date: 4/22/2025 3:38:00 PM Tell me how, Paul. Where do you begin? Blow the gray clouds away so the sun can warm you. Do you put out nuts for the birds so they can repay you with their songs? You've opened a window for me. Login to Reply Lin Lane Date: 4/22/2025 4:51:00 PM No apologies. We have more light shed on our thoughts when we see the perspective of others. Paul Willason Date: 4/22/2025 4:28:00 PM I think Poetry has its own code, much like our dreams, things move just below the surface. However ( as one of Leonard Cohen's songs point out) poetry let's the "light in" so that we might come to know in time. No quick fix. Our conscious mind might struggle, but the soul finds comfort in seeing itself emerge in poetry. God, I do go on...sorry. Keep writing Lin. Lin Lane Date: 4/22/2025 3:54:00 PM That's a very considerate response, Paul. If only I could mend myself. In a very recent poem I wrote, "My poetry gives voice to my heart..." What's the worth of a redacted poem when the truth is left cloaked? Paul Willason Date: 4/22/2025 3:48:00 PM All of the above and more, take in all you can...our purpose is to give the world a voice and you, dearest Lin, do a bloody good job at this in your poetry. You're a professional mender.