Of Yesterday – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Portals

Anmol at dVerse has invited us to consider portals for our poem in Poetics.

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Photo: Ormiston Gorge, NT. A fabulous place just to be.

 

“Holding on is believing that there’s only a past; letting go is knowing that there’s a future.”  Daphne Rose Kingma

Of Yesterday

 

Quiet,
said the silence,
let the air be thin,
nothing will fly,
only the grace of birds,
no words will form
for a traverse
of yesterday,
wear nothing dark,
for though tomorrow
we bury the past,
it is the mystery of
the future we grieve.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

43 Comments

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43 responses to “Of Yesterday – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. The closing line says it all. Its the mystery of the future we grieve and are anxious about.

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  2. I like the comparison of burying the past but grieving for the mystery of the future.

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  3. Utterly delicious, Paul. And that quotation for Kingsma!

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  4. I love this photo, would love to dip my toes in that water.

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  5. Exactly. Some things are worth conserving but to do that requires a vision of the future.

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  6. lync56

    So beautiful I love the reference to think places – it transported me for a moment to those fleeting moments

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  7. I don’t know that I’ve known grief in the anticipation of waiting, except when knowing that nothing good is waiting.

    And I love the photo – I want to be on that water.

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  8. Getting older, these unprecedented times… the future is scarier than it’s ever been. Your poem says it all. Beautifully.
    But things will work out. They always have. Why can’t I quite believe a life of experience?

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  9. Beverly Crawford

    ..perhaps the mystery of the future we greet, rather than grieve, hopefully with anticipation.

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  10. profoundly moving and mind bending and quietly heart rending. we can hold so tight we cannot breathe. The past gets buried inevitably, the but who wants to forget love or meaning even for the price of peace? Grieve, because it is inextricable from love. I love the grace of birds, and the quiet weight of stillness in the whole rhythm of this beautiful concision. Wonderfully made Paul.

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  11. Very profound, and yet it gives hope. Thank you for sharing, Paul! Hope you had a beautiful weekend, and wil enjoy the new week. Michael

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