All Gone Now – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Niagara Dam near Kookynie, an oasis in a dry land. Kookynie once boasted a permanent population of 3,500 people at the height of the gold rush, and double that with transients coming and going. From 1895 to 1910 it was a bustling town, when the first world war began (1914), and then later when the gold price dropped (1923), the population declined, and from the 1960s it completely diminished, and today it is listed as a ghost town with ten people.

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts …”  Rachel Carson ‘Silent Spring’

All Gone Now

Swarms covered this fragile land
as gold fevered a crowd,
and in the middle of nowhere
somewhere sprang up
from zero to thousands,
a mayor with parades,
schools and shops,
all gone now ‘cept…

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Motive…

YonnieInHisCare

You question every motive with the Sword of your Tongue

You have to be in Control,

Causing anxiety and Worry

Standing Up like they Won

The Tongue is a small member, giving Life to words Spoken

Tearing Down, not Building Up

Committing Murder with those Words you Say

Think before Speaking, it just may Save a Life

Maybe even put a Fire Out

Like a Stopwatch

Set a Watch Over Your Mouth

What is your Motive…

Yonnie💜

InHisCare 🙏

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Forbidden Chance

Midwest Fantasy Writes

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Who really am I?

What makes

my blood flow

desires burn

passion spill

into the streets I walk?

*

One day

my courage opened

a forbidden door

the flame inside me

blazed

allowed at last

to burn

in ways it always yearned

fear ran away with the wind

confidence held my hand

and the real me

lived her life

and inked her pages

with the breaths

of her heart and soul

never regretting

one minute of it

*

©MidwestFantasy

September 2019

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