What Signs - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
What Signs - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: commons.wikimedia.com “Since I can’t go where I need to go … then I must … go where the signs point” Nikki Giovanni What Signs?Looking out over the roadSometimes I smile(though a few times I too have been caught)at the holiday makersgrasping at the prize ofa short cut down to the river,rushing down our street with caravans in towor the bulk of a winnebago missing the sign which saysNo…
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My Write Heart - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: found at scienceinfo.net via Bing “… now will you rest forever, my tired heart.” Leopardi Giacomo My Write HeartIf my heart were a writerwhat might it write about -grand visionstruths of the pastspeculative thoughts on loveideas of travel to marshopes for peacefood enoughan end to poverty?Nothing particularly original,maybe that's a clue -is my heart more about fiction? Copyright 2025…
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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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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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High Tide - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by metacross from Pixabay “The idealistic imagined world is alone, isolated, undisturbed remaining free …” Angelina Pandian High TideThose little expansive momentsof transportrapture or riskwelcome or notin nano seconds of interruptionparallel universes openingI've lost the trigger,but I don't really careI'm in it now,don't disturblet me indulge the flurryof senses and memoriesno matter…
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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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Whiskey With Kant - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Dora is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a dialogue poem, fo rmore detail and resource follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Dialogue It In Image: freepik.com “Philosophy was an activity not a doctrine.” David Lehman Whiskey With KantP "So, the thing, what is the thing?"K "Ah, the ding an sich?"P "Yes"K "Well the thing is itself"P "Sounds dualistic"K "No, no,…
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Recalling - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Steve Buissinne from Pixabay “I read somewhere, “we become lyrical when we suffer.” Elisa Gabbert RecallingWhy nowin a dental surgeryforty-five years latercar crash comes recalling,the childhood orthodonticsnot-with-standing followedby volleyball face-plant,extensive reconstruction,twenty years laterall done again,then at xmasan amalgam falls away -upper molar number five,procedure…
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The Fire Drake a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Kim is hosting poetics with an invitation to write a poem about a dragon. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Legendary Creatures Photo: wallpaperaccess.com “For when he takes his prey he plays with it to give it a chance” Christopher Smart The Fire DrakeMaybe, maybe not, thegryphon brings good luckbut I pat him every nightbefore I take the 240 wornsteps up the ancient toweras if a talisman of…
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Old Broom - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: Broom Bush from – gardeningknowhow.com “I know there’s something better down the road.” Elizabeth Alexander Old Broom As the yellow flowers subsideshe receives fewer visitors,the wrens still pass throughstill, a period of dormancy ensueswhile she idles in favour of grevilleas and callistemons,then, in her slumberby stealth her enemy appearsslowly consuming,imperilling her lifeunnoticed…
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When Spoken - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Mircea Iancu from Pixabay “… our voices growing vague and weary as time passes …” Charlie Smith When SpokenSomeone once claimed a talking dogI only heard circumstantial barking,the neighbour's parrot said hello butit had no existential knowledgejust a parrots mnemonic respone,I have wordsbut what are they,I read somewhere that wordswhen spokenmean the opposite of said things,that…
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