Coronavirus

Roth Poetry

Whether panic is needed seems to depend on those who seed it …

~Na’ama Yehuda

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Who you gonna call
When there’s no number given?
All in a panic, listening to the news;
We, who are used to a very quick fix;
A pill to cure all our ills.
Fear causes quite a stir
When there’s no one to call.

This evening at d’Verse, De Jackson asked us to write a Quidrille of exactly 44 words using the word stir.  With the Coronavirus causing a major world wide stir, I thought I would write about our reaction to it.

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There’s No Quelling – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If you wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”  Toni Morrison (Song of Solomon)

There’s No Quelling

Thoughts lingered for a season
of so much more unseen,
an inkling of expanding,
swirling, caramel cosmology
for an ice cream world,
liberating wafer-thin
vanilla ideologies of dullness
brandished to quell the
embers of a wild, wild heart;
no more this cell or bars.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Carrying Me Through – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Wherever there are birds, there is hope.”  Mehmet Murat lldan

Carrying Me Through

Radiant horizon ball,
pale orange delight,
silvering the black water
to its feathered edge,
expurgating the darkness
below my skin,
the place of memories
birthed so long ago
now taking flight
as night geese,
angels of fortune,
carrying me through
a dream within dreams.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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