When Life Is Death - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon

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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(via Desiring Feathers - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon)

As Yet Unclear - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Punam is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem about regret – for more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Regrets and more … Photo: metapress.com “We will be what we could be. Do not say, “It might have been, had not or that, or this.”” Ella Wheeler Wilcox As Yet UnclearIn hindsightany attempt at regret, that bastard child of grief,is euthanised by…

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Meanwhile - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: taken at Lake Margarette, September 22 – bobtail lizard. “And the lizards each gone to his dwelling” Percy Bysshe Shelley MeanwhileI left the leavesdidn't rake,a small thing caught my eyebobtail's skinonce comfortablenow shedfor something new,I skirted round left it there as testimony to sacrednesshow life is up and down,as I stoodperhaps as witness,birds came byfrogs, lizards,native…

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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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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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I Resolve Not To Resolve - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: found on Bing “One vow a year will see me through, and I’ll begin with number two” Rudyard Kipling. I Resolve Not To ResolveIf I were to somehow, suddenly, be enthusedenough to sing the magnificat it would not bea celebration of the annunciationit would be my prompt to shout a renunciation of all who trade off virtues,not that I'm virtuous, of courseI've never even made a resolution,I…

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