As To Meaning - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
As To Meaning - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: Taken in January, summer storm clouds intensify the rays of the sun on the Southern Ocean. “The best story of course, is the one you can’t write …” Sujata Bhatt As To MeaningTo seeeven the sparklewhere the sun touchesthe ocean's skinis to assumegold and mercuryare friends,that they do in factmeet and the eye is true,as to meaningwell, what is that? Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent…
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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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Don't Forget - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: unelife.com via Bing “Imagine for a moment the still life of our meals” Carol Muske-Dukes Don't ForgetI choose the heavy base panslow time finessingslowly, slowlybalsamicbrown sugarwaterslowly, slowlyrich, dark,soft, gooey reductionspooned into virgin olive oilslowly, slowlydipping sourdoughdrippingrolled in dukkahslowly, slowlygrazes my lipscaptures my sensesslowly, slowlyI forget the…
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Bloody Paradise - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Revisionniste - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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I'm A Fan Of Time - a pome by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: found on youtube.com “While we speak, time is envious …” Horace I'm A Fan Of TimeI tookthat sheet of paper24 lines drawn horizontally,folded them carefullyfingered the line to a sharp creaseallowing the ultimate compressionas thin as rice paper slice,expansions to a pinchcorrugations to a fan,movement as squeezeboxin and out all rightthe lines of a daymorn till nightdown to nothingout to…
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Perspective - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: taken at Shoalwater Bay, summer 2021 “a perspective cuts emptiness deep and even …” Joseph Brodsky PerspectiveThat momentwhen you leave the skyand fall into sandscalingtimeto size,noticing the treesremembering mountainselephantsthe sand,smalla parallax moment,seeing my sandness. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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Redfacextwitsapinit - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: from antiscamclub.com – scam sites in social media and communications use stolen photos. “everybody was nudging, inching, cheating for some insignificant advantage, the lie was the weapon …” Charles Bukowski RedfacextwitsapinitBelinda,if indeed that is her name,with a thousand emojisbikini avatarangled for peeking,declares she's single, 32seeking friendshiplooking for love,posts…
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After The Rains - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: gardenersworld.com Herb garden “But there is one who holds this falling infinitely softly in His hands.” Rainer Maria Rilke After The RainsTodayI strolled the borderI stroked the herbsmottledblotched,old tanned skinstems all lanky,woodyaged,after the rainsI will stroke thenew soft shootstender as youth. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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The Old Casuarina - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Grace is hosting Open Link Night – the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets – OLN Photo: zmescience.com “And the dead tree gives no shelter.” T.S. Eliot The Old Casuarina I often pass the old casuarina,green tobrown to grey,soft to hardthe end of sap,juice of the livinggonedead,elemental washthe smooth soon enoughsplits and pits,what once coherednow shredded,a fibrous…
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