May 11, 2020 · 2:18 pm
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Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.”  Suzanne Finnamore

Nothing

The mist kissed the water tenderly
and held me prisoner in the moment
that must never be squandered,
my breathing as fragile as the air,
waiting for an ending that will not come,
pulled into the juncture of realms,
lost in worlds where no thief resides
save that of my own inattention,
but I turn from that page,
even from the tempting words,
here I want for nothing.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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12 responses to “Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon”

  1. Liz Gauffreau
    May 12, 2020 at 12:00 am

    This feels very Zen. I like it.

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  2. Charis Counselling
    May 12, 2020 at 1:28 am

    So beautiful – I have felt that

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  3. Chris Hall
    May 12, 2020 at 12:59 pm

    So peaceful. A moment when time stands still.

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  4. OIKOS™-Publishing
    May 12, 2020 at 3:55 pm

    Very beautiful, Paul! I love the own inattention shown as thief.

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