(via Only The Worst - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon)
(via Only The Worst - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon)
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Revisionniste - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Roman Kogomachenko from Pixabay “When the past is all deception” T.S. Eliot Revisionniste What do you want to see,the ghost fiction of your romantic mind played onlife's brassy screen aslipstick on a figment,a ferment of slivers,which one will fall outfirst doesn't really matter,the order is always disordered and none of them will show the unified whole,every memory playedis a chapter…
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To Touch A Tree - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: An old red gum features in this photo taken in the Beelu National Park. “To-day I have grown taller from walking with the trees.” Karle Wilson Baker To Touch A Tree Imagineif trees could talk,they'd tell a tale of twoof the passage of time,they'd muse on Platoawe over Alexanderwhisper about the Christ,there'd be groans about warscelebrations of multitudes ofexperiences of kindness,most…
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Shadow Play - Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun Monday with an invitation to write alluding to Groundhog Day. For more info and examples of Haibun follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Haibun Monday – Celebrating Groundhog Day Image by Rodolfo_Llanos from Pixabay “Be grateful for whatever comes” Rumi Shadow Play Birds, heading north, south, change is surely coming. Ants mounding their holes against rain.…
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Will You Take My Hand? - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Form with an invitation to write a (English) Madrigal – as follows: Content: Often includes a theme of love Structure of an English madrigal *Usually written in iambic pentameter.*Comprised of three stanzas: a tercet, quatrain, and sestet.*All three of the lines in the opening tercet are refrains. Form: A thirteen-line form in three stanzas:Stanza 1] Tercet…
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Watermelon Whine - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Kim is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem with an opening hook, Philip Larkin’s work offered as a prime example, follow the link below for more detail: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Getting Hooked on Opening Lines Photo: greencollar.com.au “And I am sharp as steel with discontent” Claude McKay Watermelon Whine Blackened, rotting water melon on the vine sans coffee post…
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As Long As I Can Fly - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Melissa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem using the photographic work of Michale Sammut (by permission). For all the photos and more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Art In Nature I have chosen this Photo by Michael Sammut – many thanks Michael – check out his wonderful work here Michael Sammut Photo: Ruddy Turnstone by Michael Sammut “A…
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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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Time Traveler - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Susann Mielke from Pixabay “How many others are in this place? I don’t know.” Nazim Hikmet Time Traveler Can I ever be that sure whenlife is as tenuous as mothsin heavy rainfall,what is permanencebecause time travelseems to be an everyday event,only yesterday I was deep in conversationand a word,doesn't matter which word,had barely landed in my earwhen I was transported to themoment of…
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The Softness Of Love - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: careersplay.com “A summer fanned with spice” Alfred Lord Tennyson The Softness Of Love The valley of cloveswhere genies trade,six days by canvas sailfrom India to anarchipelago unknown,a place without ailmentwhere the old are youngand the young are free,cinnamon, cloves,nutmeg subtledressed in soft redso sweet, pleasant to taste,she hid among the treeselusiveher smile so shy,the foreign…
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