Fragments - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon

All Day I Think About What To Do With The Day - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: from plus.maths.org one offering of the theory of everything. All Day I Think About What To Do With The Day*AnythingeverythingI want it all,but what will I do with the day-I so want the question to hangin some other time,leaving my body without guiltfreeing meto torpor,sure, I want the movies,a bus ride, coffee, puddle-jumping,to read all daya bottle of wineyou,but to choosewould be…

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Ill Winds - prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Prosery (144 words of prose) with an invitation to use a line from Leonard Cohen’s ‘You Want It Darker’ – “There’s a lullaby for suffering.” dVerse Poets – Prosery – Leonard Cohen Photo: decathlon.com “It’s dark often at these times.” Juliana Spahr Ill Winds When I’m hiking in winter I notice when I’m not moving my body temperature drops, hypothermia is a risk. The…

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Gnomistry - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Hans from Pixabay “And we fear the gnomes are just about to strike” Sidney Lanier GnomistryThe gnomes know thingsthey rule,of course they dowith their redporcelain cheeksand pointy hatspudgy arms andbeer bellies,they're so ecognomicever gnomian,they're an agnomallyeven aggnomistin matters esoteric,gnomist in all things,maybe even antignomialin paradox,whatever they arethey're…

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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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Not Seeing - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Наталия Когут from Pixabay “Always too eager for the future, we pick up bad habits of expectancy” Phillip Larkin Not SeeingThe gaze,le regard,what catches the eyewhere am I fixed with intent to exclusion,are there any new movementsto beat the syncopated repetitionof the daily urban ballet soinfused it is now tasteless,invisible, and yet not a partof my breath, it is…

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If I Wait - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: wallpaperflare.com “Waiting lies heavy on my lids” Sylvia Plath If I WaitThe letting gois most curious,all that running up hillchasing after anythingjust out of reach,something craved,desiredeven lusted,breathless.Even the child's balloontaunting on the eddies or a breezecome backcome arounddown to earthas the chasing turns to waiting,it always comes to me. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent…

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Kawase Hasui, Inokashira in Snow, 1928 (source).

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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Murchison River

The Willow Is Not Alone - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: Mondo – origin Japan – a two stanza question and answer nature poem. Syllable pattern is = 577, 577. Photo: taken in the State Forest at Kirup – a Jarrah seedling arising end of winter 2024. “Give some tree the gift of green again. Let one bird sing.” Faiz Ahmed Faiz The Willow Is Not AloneWhy do the trees weepwhen we pas by laughing loudcarving hearts in ritual?Not for the woundingnor…

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