A Pestering Yearn - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
A Pestering Yearn - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: walking bush trails around Lake Margarette west of Beacon, spring 22. “I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly” Mary Oliver A Pestering YearnWhere did you plant your compasswhat words did you dress in,how did you survive drowning that you are here now in spite of ...did everything run in 7s and 12s?O for the perfect days, of hoursthat first sweet cool…
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Get A Free Zing - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Intuition Blues - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Lillian is hosting the Quadrille (44 words sans title) with an invitation to write a poem including the word Indigo or its form. dVerse Poets – Quadrille Image by Adina Voicu from Pixabay “You’ll know it … as you know ’tis noon …” Emily Dickinson Intuition BluesIndigo Suzeshe's no flooze,got a hex of seventake you to heavencolour you blue,no time to snoozedon't need the newsshe's…
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Pale Cairn - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
An Ekphrastic for Paul Brooke’s Ekphrastic Challenge Art Work: Sara Elizabeth Bell ‘Stone Tower, Laurel Creek’ Pale CairnTrickle above a whisperpast the pale cairn of hopesomeone carefully laid as guide for the watershould it fail to see itsdownward directionalong this bed of life,neatly tucked into my witness eye whichmight later recount atold you so if it daredto find its own way,the cairn a…
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(via Even The Ghosts Have Gone - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon)
I’m very concerned that our society is much more interested in information than wonder, in noise rather than silence.
(via Lesser Champions - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon)
Bloody Paradise - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: I wrote this in response to GP at Pacific Paratrooper following our respective comments on his post “Letter IX “A Day’s Venture” which is a post about his father Pvt. Everett “Smitty” Smith’s letter to his mother in regard to a rest day spent around Buna after allied forces liberated it. The post was in September 2024 (linked above). Pacific Paratrooper is a blog based around the life and…
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The Sleep Of Lovers - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: 10000birds.com a pair of Mandarin ducks. “Few recognise that love is commitment …” Nikki Giovanni The Sleep Of Lovers A little bird told me something small enough to be significant about mandarin ducks who sleep the sleep of lovers who when frost and ice intrude swap sides through the night, keeping their exposed sides like their hearts. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights…
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A Curse On All Who Enable - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: dailysabah.com German commando operation frees Benito Mussolini in 1943 while he was held captive by his own government. He was recaptured by partisans in 1945 and executed. Notably Mussolini had grandiose ideas, an inflated ego, and desired to be an emperor. Ironically, part of his undoing was his incompetence in economic management, including placing tariffs on trading partners leading…
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Bang On - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Punam is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem inclusing the word Bang. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Going Out With A Bang Photo: jfwonline.com “Now as the train bears west, its rhythm rocks the earth” Theodore Roethke Bang OnClickety clackleather seatsswaying carriagetrees a blur,we sat oppositeall stops,untilthe darkening outer suburbs,furtive…
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