Laughs As It Stabs - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon

The Morning Celebration - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Dawn – Taken last week looking out over the Blackwood River to East Augusta. “There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground …” Sara Teasdale The Morning CelebrationI dosometimesjust a few linesof made up song,more often I just humfor the physical resonance,I sing mostly in my heada song for all life,now and again I keenfor so much lossbefore I turn tocelebration. Copyright 2025…

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Seeking The Seed - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: ayers.com.au bushfire recovery “The dying of the trees goes on …” Philip Larkin Seeking The SeedCurious,though carrying less thannine lives Ientered the public buildingthe hall of ecological responses,covered in beautiful scriptsembossed on exquisite clothon every wallso beautiful the words Idesired to touch them,as my fingers tracedthe walls gave wayfritted, collapsed,with swollen heart…

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Potter's Passion - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Jean-Dominique POUPEL from Pixabay “As the potter’s hands shape each mound …” Rabindranath Tagore Potter's PassionTo plunge my hands into its sticky, creamy wetnessthat's a thing,too dry it cracks, breaksif wet as slurry nothing holds,but if it's just rightyou can feel its soulsqueeze its firmness to a form, shape, orsome distortiontowards fame,its fulness is alive. Copyright 2025…

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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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Are These My Legs? - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: clipstock.com via Bing “I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise.” Jane Kenyon Are These My Legs?I marvel at the smallest of things,the unseen, indescribable acts Itake for granted where cause and effect are seemingly absent likethe moment I get out of bed,what is the event that precedes the movement that makes it so,can it be reduced to cause and effectlike the…

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Delight - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Open Link Night (with live edition Saturday – for details follow the link below) the night we choose a poem to post. This will be the last live session for 2024. dVerse Poets – OLN Photo: pexels.com “… beyond the body itself, we are making love” Sharon Olds DelightIn the mellow of eveI wonder,from time to time,what it would be liketo take a portion of sunand…

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The Mother - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: I saw a photo today that records a young boy gathering pieces of his mother who was blown up in yet another Israeli bombing of Gaza. Photo: The Associated Press, 24.3.25 at aol.com More dead in Gaza as Israel breaks ceasefire. “We stare at each other’s faces, scared yet happy that so far, our lives have been spared.” Mosab Abu Toha The MotherCan he put her together again,put together her…

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(via Lesser Champions - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon)

Holding Back Time - Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about late cherry blossom. dVerse Poets – Haibun Monday – Late Cherry Blossoms Photo: geograph.org.uk “What do you dread?” Jean Valentine Holding Back Time Cherry blossom, any blossom, late blossom helps me to hang on a little longer, to indulge that savouring of the season, like delaying that last morsel of favourite food,…

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