November 7, 2021 · 4:05 pm
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Conditioned – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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

Conditioned 

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

  1. rugby843
    November 7, 2021 at 5:44 pm

    So true.

    Sent from my iPhone

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  3. ivor20
    November 7, 2021 at 10:41 pm

    “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

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  6. datta
    November 8, 2021 at 2:03 pm

    ” Nature Care “!

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  8. Amy
    November 8, 2021 at 7:12 pm

    Beautifully expressed, Paul.

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  10. Charis Counselling
    December 31, 2021 at 1:09 am

    Wow deep revelatory poem

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