Demulcent Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Demulcent Love

The wounding of living runs deep
though I sometimes do not speak it,
and sometimes I’m unaware
till a time of its awakening
fully felt in all its bruising,
and I would hold these wounds,
these bruises,
and nurture the pain all the more
were it not for your soothing
whispers, your demulcent touch.

ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon




Filed under Free Verse, life, love, poem, relationship

50 responses to “Demulcent Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. A notably good poem (and I’ll confess, a new word-of-the-day for me)

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  2. Learnt a new word today. Thanks Paul. This is simply so beautiful ๐Ÿ’–

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  3. Amy

    Beautiful, indeed.

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  4. “demulcent” is an interesting word – had to look it up – really works here.

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  5. โค๏ธ the poem especially lines 4 and 5. New word for me too. We all need this touch from time to time.

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  6. Beautiful Paul.
    I regret not studying language/literature.

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  7. Beautifully penned, Paul!

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  8. I feel this expressed here.

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  9. lync56

    Oh that is very beautiful – sometimes the source of too


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  10. A beautifully painful image of unfulfilled love.

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  11. Beautifully written. Inspiring indeed.


  12. This is lovely, Paul! โค

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