Are These My Legs? - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
Are These My Legs? - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: clipstock.com via Bing “I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise.” Jane Kenyon Are These My Legs?I marvel at the smallest of things,the unseen, indescribable acts Itake for granted where cause and effect are seemingly absent likethe moment I get out of bed,what is the event that precedes the movement that makes it so,can it be reduced to cause and effectlike the…
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The Morning Celebration - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: Dawn – Taken last week looking out over the Blackwood River to East Augusta. “There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground …” Sara Teasdale The Morning CelebrationI dosometimesjust a few linesof made up song,more often I just humfor the physical resonance,I sing mostly in my heada song for all life,now and again I keenfor so much lossbefore I turn tocelebration. Copyright 2025…
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Gestures - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words sans title) with an invitation to write a poem using some form of the word enchant. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Some Enchanted Poem Photo: literaryfictions.com Greta Garbo “Then suddenly there was sun and the music came back …” Mark Strand GesturesPeople always talkabout eyeshow they draw you,peer deeply intoyour soul, but there is deep magicin…
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There, In The Shadows - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Art work: by Paul Emile Chabas ‘Nymphs of the Dance’ from pixels.com “… he saw like a nymph half risen” Amy Lowell There, In The ShadowsWhere the golden apples growthere lie the children of the evening,Hera's gardenapproach from the west orlook in Oceanusscour Lixus,unwrap the shadows,and mindyou need more than eyesask Ladon -Hesperia's daughters appear most when anticipatedbut least…
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Soul Food - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Lee Travathan from Pixabay “Live in the layers, not on the litter” Stanley Kunitz Soul FoodSome fruits hold delightbehind a jacket of skin,a bananaan orange mmm mango,some fruits -a strawberryso smallthere is nothing yetit is everything at once,but the pomegranate needs timethe right time,patience a woundinga diggingdeeperfor the arils,seeds of sweetnessunlike any other fruit,like…
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Repeat - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Gif: found on GIPHY “What are we doing here?” Wilfred Owen RepeatIs it a gift , or is a GIF just a comment that weare only ever a three secondrepeat cycle where even anticipation cannot thwartthe gaze or the amusement,a Sisyphean addiction -click, repeat, foreverwith no rinse cycle,the sum of our abilitiescreative genius asmere pretext,opium in free flow. Copyright 2024 ©️Paul Vincent…
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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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