She Floated – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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She Floated

Lent descended like a leaden dove
all sombre and accusing
but she beat the holy feast
to the shriving box
before the bell had ceased,
absolved she floated home
to clean out the pantry
of expectations,
sorrows,
and maybes,
there was never much there
but there was less now
as she devoured the old
making way for tomorrows,
dancing for all she was worth
and, though there’d be ash,
she’d transcended the pain
going all the way to ascension.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

58 Comments

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58 responses to “She Floated – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. This is timely! Such beauty in your words.

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  2. Never starve us from your poetry.

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  3. Oh my goodness, this may be the most beautiful piece of poetry I’ve ever read…. Bravo.

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  4. Blending lent with her seamlessly. Greatly enjoyed the read. Great symbolism or metaphor.

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  5. Yay! I think Lent should be spoken of in these terms much more often! 😉

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  6. Lovely imagery, cleaning out the old to make room for the new, and transform in a way!

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  7. Beverly Crawford

    I love the thought of the pantry being cleaned! An evocative write.

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  8. To let lose before it’s time to stop is probably wiser than to just wait.

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  9. How beautiful and perfect timing!

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  10. Nice lines: “to clean out the pantry
    of expectations,”

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  11. Bravo, Paul. You’re such a smartie pants, and I mean that in the nicest possible way. 🙂

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  12. exquisite, I wish 🙂

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  13. Lyn CANNON

    Wow love this one – your poetry is amazing

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  14. Great to have you drop into dVerse, Paul. There can be a floating sensation when one has faith in one’s own absolution. Sin isn’t the only thing weighing us down, but all those maybes!

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  15. Lovely imagery and buoyant feeling!

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