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.

©Paul 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 💖

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  3. Amy

    Beautiful, indeed.

    Liked by 3 people

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

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  5. ❤️ 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! ❤

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