Her Scarf – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The pain passes, but the beauty remains.” Pierre August Renoir

Her Scarf

He heard nothing,
not the car doors or
murmurs of the gathered,
or the city swirling past,
how could he when this
day had come in spite
of his standing hard fast
against it as folly in a 
paper boat in a wild 
and raging sea,
his sail her scarf, an
amulet of what had been,
it was enough,
just the smell of her
would help him through
this darkened hour
that spoke of endings,
he felt her smile and 
sailed forth as 
the priest intoned not
knowing that the horizon
was not an edge.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under awareness, death, Free Verse, grief, life, love, poem, quote, relationship

32 responses to “Her Scarf – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. This is interesting, the end line. What do you think the edge is?

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  2. I can see how the Renoir quote prompted the poem. Your poem is an embodiment of it.

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  3. There is so much pain. Yet he finds solace in her scarf.

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  4. A really nice metaphor. Thank you Paul! Enjoy a nice weekend! Michael

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  5. Such a beautiful poem, steeped in sadness.

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  6. Amy

    Beautiful, very moving…

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  7. lync56

    Such a sad poem but containing such beauty and truth


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  8. Lovely poem. Evokes sad feelings but enjoyable to read.

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