My Bouquet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.” Rita Dove

My Bouquet

To reverence language
in these days of chalk filled
mouths and cloth headed 
buffoons, is but a minor 
victory which sustains me
through the endless torment 
of tortured language, which 
falls away from me as I hold
my bouquet of words to the
sky, and intone my feelings 
to the birds of the air.


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14 Comments

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14 responses to “My Bouquet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Might as well speak to the birds, the rest are all too flighty, it seems.

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  2. Feelings intoned go to birds of Mind actually, as they are powerful!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. I will continue to reverence language, despite the monkey-chatter of the cloth-headed buffoons.

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  4. Rich powerful words, Paul, that permit and enable.
    I particularly flinch at ‘chalk-filled mouths’, as in over-didactic educationalists… Wondering what ‘falls away’: the victory, the sustaining or the tormenting/ torture?
    Or my pedantry….?!

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  5. Language is a wonderful gift that serves us on many different occasions! It can also be misused and abused. That is the downside!

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