Ever Nascent - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
Ever Nascent - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting The Bar with an invitation to write – a WaltMarie poetry style: 10 lines even lines are just 2 syllables odd lines are longer but without syllable restriction the even lines make their own mini-poem if read separately meter and rhyme are unspecified And the theme of your poem should be the history/meaning of your name or one you wish you had or an…
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After The Rains - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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That Bird - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image: unsplash.com “… the agony of denial the power of unshared secrets” Audre Lorde That BirdThe irony of a confessionis that it always contains a liethat hints a truth which isa ghost of itself but is the very core of self,if only it could be saidmight it not bring down the whole deck -then againit might just be bestto set that bird free. Copyright 2024 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights…
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Window Of Opportunity - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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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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Delight - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Sure - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Melissa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem that is about lying, for more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – April Fools Image: learning-mind.com “To claim, at a dead party, to have spotted a grackle, when in fact you haven’t of late, can do no harm.” Richard Wilbur SureO yeah, surekeep goingbut I gotta tell youonly 47% of what you saidis true…
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The Old Casuarina - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Sun Tide - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: pedestrian.tv “Gently I stir a white feather fan …” Li Po Sun TideWarmBlack mozzarella,gooey, stringysteamingoozing,unable to resistthe sun,urban pizzasticks to my shoestyres,stalactites onthe wheel archeswaves along the road,surfing to work. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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