The Longest Minute - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
The Longest Minute - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Adina Voicu from Pixabay “I want your kiss to be bonded to my mouth, to my soul, to my body.” Pablo Neruda The Longest MinuteAt the tenth houron the sixteenth dayof the third monthin an auspicious yearit seemed rightfor autumnthat I fall for her,so at five past tenI took her by the handand kissed herjust oncewith aftermath -purest silence and the longest minuteas time…
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The Words Of Us - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by KTravels from Pixabay “There’s a formula for everything …” Sherman Alexie The Words Of UsWhat is it to write a livingof crooked pathwaysand random cliffs,what font might make sense of disparate elements,what binding might holdthe yin and yang of itas congruent hope;even in the very beginning how do we language selfin a world of selves,and how do we face thesticking point, the brinkof…
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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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I Strike A Match - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Dirk (Beeki®) Schumacher from Pixabay “Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality” Jean Cocteau I Strike A MatchThe old house is fullso many lifetimes,ghosts of secrets lingerin the shifting shadowswaiting their moment,that one opportunityto scare the livingwith their truthsof forgotten liesballed up like lintin neglected corners,as I…
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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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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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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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Ignorance Is Not An Ethical Stance - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: majorcadailybulletin.com cleaning up in Valencia. “If ignorance is bliss, why isn’t the world happier?” Mark Twain Ignorance Is Not An Ethical StanceMy, do you look completely silly in your denial,keep telling me all about your belief that theenvironment is doing fine and that all these turbulent, unprecedented, wild natural events are those one hundred year turns that yoursuperstitious,…
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Hopeless, Starving, and Besieged. Israel's Forced Displacement of Palestinians in Gaza, Human Rights Watch, New York, NY, November 14, 2024 (pdf here)
Where? - prose by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery (144 words) where we write a piece of prose (fiction or non-fiction) which must include the line “Where can we find light in this never-ending shade?” from the Poem ‘The Hill We Climb’ by Amanda Gorman. dVerse Poets – Prosery – Finding The Light Photo: mensxp.com “As in what if the shadow is golden?” Rosamond S. King Where? Where can we find light in this…
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