Conditioned – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“We do not deal much in facts when we are contemplating ourselves.” Mark Twain


The silent pavlovian bell possesses
my body with ancient responses to the 
ghosts of my feelings long held,
always awaiting invitation despite my
ready disavowals, that I have transformed 
the habitations of my heart, the lump in
my throat is to the contrary, making 
clear my self-deception.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®


Filed under awareness, Free Verse, life, poem, quote

21 responses to “Conditioned – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. So true.

    Sent from my iPhone


    Liked by 3 people

  2. “Ring the bells that still can ring
    Forget your perfect offering
    There is a crack in everything
    That’s how the light gets in.”
    ― Leonard Cohen

    Liked by 3 people

  3. ” Nature Care “!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Amy

    Beautifully expressed, Paul.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Charis Counselling

    Wow deep revelatory poem



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