All That Remains - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
All That Remains - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Matias Piedrabuena from Pixabay “Love is apart from all things” Jack Gilbert All That RemainsHer shadow playshis memory,her voice approachingwith those old shoesthe worn patchhidden to the worldas much as herreaction to his touch,though subtleher lips give her away,eyes alightthrough her stoic glancesignals a firecatching at first flare,all that remainsis the placing ofmore kindlingto…
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Compassionate Resistance - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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The Life Of Words - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Just Me - prose by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Mysteries - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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We Don't Know - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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