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Sooner -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon



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“Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.”  George Bernard Shaw


Perhaps it was the wine
or the small of your back
we left the terrace behind,
your eyes drank my soul
while we waltzed in the shed
our laughter turning to sigh
and sooner, not later,
the long summer grass
caressed our shuddering whole.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Live a Little, Write a Lot

Steps In Between

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Live a Little, Write a Lot!

Story bits and poem parts bombard my thoughts on a regular basis…but only when I escape my writing desk and explore the world around, do they grow into full-fledged ideas. Part of my writing regime is getting out from behind the work and living.

I used to believe I had to escape from life to write, an arduous task when I teach by day and write by night and weekends. I’m a mother of three, wife, friend, you name it! Time is of essence, and I used to believe I needed to spend as much time writing as possible. But this drive to write all the time caused three complications: my exhaustion level, guilt from missing family time, and the quality of my work.

  • Exhaustion is something I feel I will never sleep away. It’s the mental tug on my brain for many reasons…

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Exquisite Lightness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


5 Lines – Topsy-Turvey


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“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”  Friedrich Nietzsche

Exquisite Lightness

Time had hardly begun
though time was a pure farrago,
strange how chaos can be so organised
to be such exquisite lightness
and now we are really floating.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Recovering My Mind: Poetry and Rock Music


Can be forgotten

When I found someone new

On borrowed time from you

I needed a new partner-in-crime

And now, she’s in my life

Time never asked my preference

And my head never mentioned

She wouldn’t set my heart ablaze

But my spirits, she did raise

Now I don’t know why she’s leaving

But life is fair to no one

The good works left behind

Cannot be undone

Only redone

By the seeds not yet germinated

She left us a smile never shaken

And a hand always awakened

To the possibilities of goodness

With every incoming breath

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