Dreamer - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon

This Gauzy Quietude - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Kim is hosting the Quadrille (44 words sans title) with an invitation to write a poem which includes the word (or a form of) Quiet. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Walk Quietly In My Dreams Image by 춘성 강 from Pixabay “Fair Quiet, have I found thee here …” Andrew Marvel This Gauzy Quietude Feather soft plumeslift and floatmodestly cloaked along her length,wetness shroudedin mystery,the…

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She Wonders - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: found at bondibeauty.com.au via Bing “Let me float across the sky” Maya Angelou She WondersShe is flying sparkledalong the brooding clouds,seeking benedictionabove the forests whooffer lessons in slowness and where the question hums -if the seasons are not welcomedwill they come at all?As she flies she wonders,upon reaching the horizonwill she sing her song and will her words be…

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My Name is Rachel Corrie, (2006), Taken from the writings of Rachel Corrie, Edited by Alan Rickman and Katharine Viner, Produced with the permission of Rachel Corrie's family, «NHB Modern Plays», Nick Hern Books, London, 2007 (Rachel Corrie's emails here)

'My Name is Rachel Corrie' was first performed at the Royal Court Jerwood Theatre Upstairs on April 7, 2005; the production transferred to the Royal Court Jerwood Theatre Downstairs on October 11, 2005, and to the Playhouse Theatre in London's West End on March 28, 2006

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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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Seeking The Seed - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: ayers.com.au bushfire recovery “The dying of the trees goes on …” Philip Larkin Seeking The SeedCurious,though carrying less thannine lives Ientered the public buildingthe hall of ecological responses,covered in beautiful scriptsembossed on exquisite clothon every wallso beautiful the words Idesired to touch them,as my fingers tracedthe walls gave wayfritted, collapsed,with swollen heart…

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Pigs In The Shitehouse - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

President Zelenskyy is in my view a statesman, a leader, a straight-player. The other guy … a disgrace, Putin’s puppet. Photo: available on multiple sites via bing.com President Volodymyr Zelenskyy of Ukraine “The footage of far-right salutes shows straightened arms in finest suits.” Janine Booth Pigs In The Shite HouseThe orange pig squealed and squealedcovered in domestic shit,seeking the…

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Once More - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found on pinterest.com “there was epiphany in the pain” Olu Oguibe Once MoreDark emotionnow jiltedexcludedsulkingnot completely annihilated ,woundedhidingdeep in the interior,rising almost to lifeas feelings swirlwhen tiredness infiltratesprojected,legitimised by thincircumstance,attempting blamethwarted by thesmoking gun ofself-awareness. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights…

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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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Same Old - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay “When I have fears that I may cease to be” John Keats Same OldA while backdigging in the weedy spring undergrowth,discarded skincaught my attention,surely a goanna's butno, a snake came byjust to remind methat you can peal offthe outre layerwhile the inner canremain the same old same. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️

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