Repeat - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon

The Longest Minute - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Adina Voicu from Pixabay “I want your kiss to be bonded to my mouth, to my soul, to my body.” Pablo Neruda The Longest MinuteAt the tenth houron the sixteenth dayof the third monthin an auspicious yearit seemed rightfor autumnthat I fall for her,so at five past tenI took her by the handand kissed herjust oncewith aftermath -purest silence and the longest minuteas time…

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The Clarity - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Bruno from Pixabay “Even this late it happens, the coming of love, the coming of light.” Mark Strand The ClarityIn the beginningthere was lightuntil,as seems to follow,it loses itself in a faint simulacrumthe tragedy of antinomian darkness,always the falling starnever the pinnacle of the tree,here I amever seekinggradations of the luminous in placeswhere light has retreated by theheart…

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Towards His Shore -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Art: ‘Ushibori’ by Kawase Hasui (1930) http://www.arctic.edu “A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.” Ikkyu Sojun Towards His ShoreBreeze rippled surfaceas river so skin,gentle snow adrift in the nightnot so the chabuneHiroshi's hands familiarwith the steady course,his true beaconthe cottage lightprovided by darkness,Kimiko sheltered by her bangasa against prying…

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The Long Haul - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Simon from Pixabay “… the old revolutionary road breaks off into the shadows near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted who disappeared into these shadows.” Adrienne Rich The Long HaulWe set out one stifling summeralbeit and unbeknown, asNapoleon on a bent to Moscow,determined to climb the mountainpiton after piton of division, hateand everything that was a cruelpolluting…

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I Strike A Match - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Dirk (Beeki®) Schumacher from Pixabay “Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality” Jean Cocteau I Strike A MatchThe old house is fullso many lifetimes,ghosts of secrets lingerin the shifting shadowswaiting their moment,that one opportunityto scare the livingwith their truthsof forgotten liesballed up like lintin neglected corners,as I…

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The Eye Of Memory - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night – the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets – OLN Photo: The Indian Ocean at Skippy Rocks (close to where it meets the Southern Ocean) “Something here about the memory” Robin Walter The Eye Of MemoryThe sky in the cafe was a big skyframing the ocean blue with spumemusing over slice and coffee views,my eyes linger over a sneaky cornerretro…

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Time Is Now - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Art: ‘Melting Clocks’ by Salvador Dali “I have measured out my life with coffee spoons” T.S. Eliot Time Is NowClocks liveon walls like roaches,they exist as if nothing mattersexcept their primary purposeto capture the movement of something that doesn't exist,they deceive themselveslike star-eyed teen loverssinging that Robert Johnsonsong sinking in the ground,the devil's in the tocking tickas…

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Every Evil - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Yogendra Singh from Pixabay “… where concrete slogans armed with body conflict expunge paradise …” Kari Edwards Every EvilMy headsteam pressure valvescreaming from my mouthso loudmy lungs crawled out,my eyes hemmed body trapped inside a replicating babushka dollcursed by the magician'sapprentice, knowingno one could hear,all the while feelingevery evil,screaming aching for an…

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