Ever Change - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
Ever Change - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: pxhere.com “The river is a flat, shining chain.” Li Po Ever ChangeWatching the river in a vacant drift of thoughtI admire its ancientserpentine meander,in my head I tick off cobwebbed aphorisms,my favourite is by Heraclitus, that wenever enter the sameriver twice, and I notice the current,I wonder if the river has thought the sameabout me, that I never enter as the same person…
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Restoration - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: news.com.au “If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other” Thich Nhat Hanh RestorationThat day, whenmuddy paws smudge your jeans,the burger erupts and spattersit only rains as you leave the carwater from the bin lid fills your shoes,no matter how hard you try the marmalade will not come off,always a trace just as butter in a beard,traffic heavy like a…
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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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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…
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The Measure - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: fountaintechpumps.com “Be grateful for whatever comes” Rumi The MeasureNonot by spoons of coffee,it's different nowcomputersemailsEVspond pumps,on averagefive years on the pumpssiftingfilteringbeing cleanedhow many make a life,how many till I go? Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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Pale Cairn - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
An Ekphrastic for Paul Brooke’s Ekphrastic Challenge Art Work: Sara Elizabeth Bell ‘Stone Tower, Laurel Creek’ Pale CairnTrickle above a whisperpast the pale cairn of hopesomeone carefully laid as guide for the watershould it fail to see itsdownward directionalong this bed of life,neatly tucked into my witness eye whichmight later recount atold you so if it daredto find its own way,the cairn a…
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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…
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Old Or New Ways? - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night (with live edition) the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets – OLN Photo: trillmag.com “My nostrils prickle with nostalgia.” Sylvia Plath Old Or New Ways?That piece of musicline of poetry so famousbook that imprints the heartso beautifulso moving,but are they moving nowin new ways,or are you moved thirty years agoin old ways,your emotions…
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Dreamer - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: found at adigaskell.com via bing.com “To sin by silence, when we should protest” Ella Wheeler Wilcox DreamerPacifistliving in violent dreams,I've loved you notkarma's such a bitchcos I've murdered youa thousand times,but I've confessedto the clownin the cornerwith papal eyesand leery smile,absolvedby breakfast,and there youstill are. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights…
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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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