Finest Of Ash – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday- Ash




“Without peace, all other dreams vanish and are reduced to ashes.”  Jawaharlal Nehru

Finest Of Ash

Discomfort seems right,
the inordinate pain of all there is
resides in my heart and
I needed expiation sooner,
so, I travailed a season
in sackcloth and covered myself
with the finest of ash
awaiting the niggle and itch
of life’s little contradictions
that somehow seemed normal,
no phoenix here but, instead
the graft of living invites
us to ash and to be
lost in the dust of time.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



Filed under Free Verse, life, Link, philosophy

19 responses to “Finest Of Ash – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. That was so well expressed. My take from your wonderful poem is there is no quick fix for the wrongs we do as we go about our daily routines (no phoenix here) but have to take on the daily burdens of line and treat it like a penance (sack cloth and ashes).

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  2. A bit more somber than usual. I think it’s the holidays?

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  3. Sounds like a sermon is here.

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  4. Love the last four lines Paul

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  5. lensdailydiary did a wonderful summary. It meets my feeling too. Thank you Paul! Best wishes, Michael

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  6. Sounds like serious and unnecessary self-punishment.

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  7. lync56

    I found these words so poetic and thought provoking


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