Blurred – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.” William Golding


Hypnotic rotation,
round and round, blurred,
the wheels held me with
distorted visions of epitome,
the gypsy wagon swirled
in my eye's mind bending,
and the carvings came alive,
deep diving,
down, down,
snap back,
turn around,
do it all again,
losing myself,
forever free,
just me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, quote

23 responses to “Blurred – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Love the photo and your poem🌸😊

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  2. I wonder what is inside of that wagon.

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  3. I enjoyed your poem – love the emotions it conveyed – very nice!


  4. loving the ring to this poem Paul flowing free and easy!🥰💖


  5. Hypnotic and mysterious, Paul


  6. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:

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  7. The poem with the image of the waggon lets think on too much weed in the “game”. 😉 Michael

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  8. “Forever free, just me:” a perfect way to start the day!

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  9. Amy

    “forever free, just me”, love it.
    “losing myself”,and let it go. 🙂

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  10. The cycle of life and self-discovery. Losing myself, forever free, just me.

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  11. This poem beautifully expresses that inner longing to live a carefree life on the open road. I know I would hate such a life, but still, the appeal is there. Beautiful photo. ❤ Have a great week Paul!


  12. lync56

    I love these poems expressing the inner longing to be free to be alone and be yourself



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