Of Epiphanies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Dora is guest hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about an experience of an epiphany.

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Photo: Along the trail near Niagara Dam, in this desiccated land nature surprises with beauty arising.

“Every moment an epiphany arrives and cleaves the mountain asunder.” Kim Stanley

Of Epiphanies

Aristotle to Zeno,
this soil so barren and alkaline,
I've passed this way so many times before
expecting that penny so often hoped,
but it creeps along wet window frames,
swirls in day old coffee grinds and grows,
like milkweed among the kale, ever the
wasabi of my busted soul , the inarticulate
joys of birth-pains, collected moments of
masochistic revelation, waiting in dusty
corners, hanging on evacuated spider webs,
invisible until I look up, look down, look in
and connect the dots to me as steps of seeing
the twisted strands of silver shining over me.


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23 responses to “Of Epiphanies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. This is so interesting, Paul, as far as description goes…deserved a second read. Love the photo

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  2. I love the metaphors, especially “the wasabi of my busted soul”. Thanks for sharing, Paul! I hope you have a nice week! xx Michael

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  3. I just love the two ending lines!

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  4. For me it shines with themes of rebirth.
    I loved it❤

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  5. Connecting the dots … a lovely epiphany.

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  6. Paul,
    “I’ve passed this way so many times before/expecting that penny”: Indeed. What a remarkable observation, so obviously true, that when we go seeking them, epiphanies come creeping slow! Then in a certain pausing, looking in, cobwebs become (love this!) “twisted strands of silver shining over me.” Nothing else need be said.
    pax,
    dora

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  7. the
    wasabi of my busted soul…

    masochistic revelation,

    This is so good it made my head explode.

    🤯
    David

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  8. Pretty colorful for abandoned soil☺️

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  9. “invisible until I look up, look down, look in and connect the dots” that says it all, Paul.

    Like

  10. I think it’s so cool to be ‘expecting’ that penny. And I think he will surely find more than just pennies every time. Love how this spoke to me. Felt connected. Thanks.

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  11. ‘ever the/wasabi of my busted soul’ – wonderful!

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  12. Paul, this is a poem of magnificent metaphors and vivid images. The speaker in the poem is not giving up the fight. I believe that epiphanies come to those who struggle.

    I especially like the (lucky?) “penny” being compared to “milkweeds growing among the kale.” I know you can’t eat milkweed, but you can watch the butterflies!

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