April 27, 2019 · 2:37 pm
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Where Has All The Lustre Gone? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Where Has All The Lustre Gone?

There’s a patina of despair
and everyone is jaded,
we’ve been bitten more that twice
by those we’ve elevated,
trust has flown the coop
while ideas cower in darkness
and those with tiny minds,
glove puppets of the bankers,
all come to my house
forever empty handed,
and lately I’ve been
looking for some lustre
but it’s lacking everywhere.

ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon

 

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30 responses to “Where Has All The Lustre Gone? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon”

  1. equipsblog
    April 27, 2019 at 3:25 pm

    Here’s to Plenty in Twenty Twenty–more hope, more listening and reflection, more humility and less arrogance.

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  2. sandyjwhite
    April 27, 2019 at 3:28 pm

    A sad state of affairs.

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  3. sgeoil
    April 27, 2019 at 3:32 pm

    So well put. We vote, we have hope, but it seems to be a vicious cycle of hope and despair.

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  4. rugby843
    April 27, 2019 at 4:21 pm

    And yet there is sun out there today

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  5. francisashis
    April 27, 2019 at 5:40 pm

    Thank you so much for the lovely poem

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  7. Rupali
    April 27, 2019 at 7:02 pm

    It’s sad, unexpected but true at the same time.

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  8. calmkate
    April 27, 2019 at 11:04 pm

    banks have always been thieves, glad it’s now public but still the pollies, etc lie and cheat and the poor get poorer … great ode!

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  9. Leyda Bien
    April 28, 2019 at 5:20 am

    Indeed, dearth of luster…I like “Patina of despair”.

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  11. talesfromthemindofkristian
    April 28, 2019 at 9:37 am

    That expressed perfectly those lacklustre days.

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  12. V.J. Knutson
    April 28, 2019 at 3:45 pm

    “glove puppets” – an interesting expression that has my mind churning. Makes me think – manipulate them so they don’t know they are being manipulated. Clever and poignant piece, Paul.

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  13. jmankowsky
    April 28, 2019 at 7:20 pm

    Love the rhythm of this poem, and of course, the poem itself. I’m my mind, I call it “Yet another day in the USA…..”

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    • pvcann
      April 28, 2019 at 11:59 pm

      I get that, the stuff we see coming out of your country doesnโ€™t inspire at present, and it used to, my thought is, as it is here, weโ€™re that close to the bottom it can only go up from here. Iโ€™m hoping hard.

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  14. lync56
    May 4, 2019 at 12:19 am

    I can relate to that – well said

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