Just As We Hide - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
Just As We Hide - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: stock.adobe.com via Bing “When you trust yourself, you trust others too” Maya Angelou Just As We HideAutumn let golet go of all the brittle insecurityof spent summer,the sun throwing herself atgranite as if she might break open the truths of nature,the granite resistingeons at a time,not so much by strengthas by stealthholding back the contents,just as we hide our own truths by shame…
View On WordPress
More Posts from Disscog and Others
Kawase Hasui, Inokashira in Snow, 1928 (source).
Collaborating The World - a poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo by Jason Goodman on Unsplash “We shape ourself to fit this world and by this world are shaped again” David Whyte Collaborating The WorldWhy do we assumeassuming that you do,that it's everyone else,not I because "I"surely it would have to be themsome other,but the "I" -is it narcissistic or is it betweenlike in the middlenot closed in on the world of self,open to all…
View On WordPress
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…
View On WordPress
From Where Are You Looking? - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay “My candle burns at both ends …” Edna St. Vincent Millay From Where Are You Looking?Have you ever noticedhow time is unequal,would you agreethat winter takes its long time whilesummer skips alongas redolent childforgetting autumneschewing winter,time has its own agendait will andit won't,rarely does it add up,there's no jumping ahead,always the questionsfrom…
View On WordPress
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…
View On WordPress
Sorry, Not Buying Today - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: supernanny.co.uk “… away from this impressive terror I must be …” June Jordan Sorry, Not Buying TodayMy motheris an almanacher mouth runs longheart slow to speakof anything but self,in responseperhaps a practicefor repose,my father was mutethough his fists spokea dialect I knew well,I called it duck and weave,sometimes by wordoften by muscle,the object -avoiding painsurvivalin a place…
View On WordPress
Plum Bay Go - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by günter from Pixabay “Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness.” Pablo Neruda Plum Bay GoIf I couldI would tradeall my diamondsthat I don't haveand fly to the bay of plums,you smiledknowing that Iprefer the yellow onesyou the red,red or yellowthey are smooth,lush, yet firm to touchlike the flesh of youthful thighs. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
View On WordPress
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…
View On WordPress
As Yet Unclear - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Punam is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem about regret – for more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Regrets and more … Photo: metapress.com “We will be what we could be. Do not say, “It might have been, had not or that, or this.”” Ella Wheeler Wilcox As Yet UnclearIn hindsightany attempt at regret, that bastard child of grief,is euthanised by…
View On WordPress
Said Budde - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Punam is hosting Poetics with an invitation to – For today’s poetics you can create a cut-out poem, write a newspaper blackout poem, you can use the headline from your local newspaper as a springboard and write a poem on it or you can simply write why you love or hate reading the newspaper. You can also write your poem as a comic strip or create a collage poem from cuttings from your…
View On WordPress
