(via What Is This Moment? - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon)
(via What Is This Moment? - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon)
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Soul Food - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Lee Travathan from Pixabay “Live in the layers, not on the litter” Stanley Kunitz Soul FoodSome fruits hold delightbehind a jacket of skin,a bananaan orange mmm mango,some fruits -a strawberryso smallthere is nothing yetit is everything at once,but the pomegranate needs timethe right time,patience a woundinga diggingdeeperfor the arils,seeds of sweetnessunlike any other fruit,like…
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How Soon? - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: artawkrn – pexels.com “What am I to myself that must be remembered …” Robert Creeley How Soon?Soft autumn rainlike petals,kissesfallinggatheringtouchingmy cheek,how soon will theybe forgottenwhen the cloudshave melted andthe sun returns? Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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That Old Melancholia - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: ‘The Good Old Days’ brettfish.co.za “… nostalgia and desire, the two-way ladder between heaven and hell …” Stanley Kunitz That Old Melancholia Have you uttered those fatefully untrue wordsit was great in the (insert decade of rose tint),because we tend to drift by comparisonwhere everyone else is getting ahead of uswhile the past was such beautiful perfection,just a veneer of parasitic…
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Not Wanting To Believe - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: dupreestrees.com “monstrum horrendum, informe, ingens, cui lumen ademptum” Virgil ‘The Aeneid’ Book 3 – line 658 (trans – “a huge horrible monster whose light has been taken away” or “A monster frightful, immense, with sight removed” – Polyphemus, or Cyclops) Not Wanting To BelieveThe tree died before it diedit was, to the eye, fully aliveand yet it was dead to its core,just the shoots…
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We Don't Know - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: found at leadingwithtrust.com “A hole torn in the fabric of the world …” Nathaniel Tarn We Don't KnowThese linesmean nothingthere is nothingonly hidden intentionsof secret desires,that strange landscapeof internal confusionprojectedmasqueradingas certainty while ever doubting,because old, hackneyedhalf truths spreadliberally across thecollective mindshow how propagandaactually works…
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Breaching The Fog - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: adobestock.com “Many things cannot bear explaining …” Ha Jin Breaching The FogSometimes sharing a thought can be like talking to a room full of people who aren't listening,just staring into their distanceremembering their last great moment or a song on the radioreminding them of somethinglong forgotten, of meanings now irrelevant that plague the mind's fog of jumbled picture shows,a…
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It's The Way - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: videohive.com “After all, there’s no need to say anything” Rita Dove It's The WaySometimes it's the way,like the way she ran her finger round the rim of the glass,the way she swirled her tongue aroundher fingernot missing a drop,nothing was said, butI knew the meaning ofevery word she offered,her energy penetrated my mood so completely it disturbed my equilibrium. Copyright 2024 ©️Paul…
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Intuition Blues - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Lillian is hosting the Quadrille (44 words sans title) with an invitation to write a poem including the word Indigo or its form. dVerse Poets – Quadrille Image by Adina Voicu from Pixabay “You’ll know it … as you know ’tis noon …” Emily Dickinson Intuition BluesIndigo Suzeshe's no flooze,got a hex of seventake you to heavencolour you blue,no time to snoozedon't need the newsshe's…
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