Not Missing Anything - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
Not Missing Anything - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: waterandnature.org “And puddles glimmering in my mind” John Masefield Not Missing AnythingMotes gathercataractically in thecorners of your eyes,time fritters your wallsof brittle doubt,yesterday you knewtoday you don't needthat obsession,now, you just enjoypuddle-jumping angstriddled pavements,waving the tour busgoodbye and breathingwith ease, not holdingeverything, not…
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The Land Never Lies - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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I Must Attend - Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Don't Forget - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Time Is Now - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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When Spoken - 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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When I Return To Myself - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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