I’m Sure It Was The Clarinet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Our feelings are the most genuine paths to knowledge.” Audre Lorde

I'm Sure It Was The Clarinet

Yesterday I lost a feeling within,
it surfaced and I couldn't quite
locate its origins, and it slipped 
through my ponder for all to see,
it left me feeling irritable and
restless, it might have been the
clarinet buried in the background,
or the shards of charcoal lazing 
on the hearth, perhaps the 
reminiscence of a face or name,
I'm sure it was the trigger of the
clarinet, whatever, it changed my 
mood, a signal for me to look
carefully inwards and now I'm
digging deeper. 

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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30 responses to “I’m Sure It Was The Clarinet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Don’t digg too deep, or you will end up at the other side of the world, Paul! 😉 Oh yes, sometimes tunes can change our thinking in an unpredicted way. Have a beautiful weekend! xx Michael

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  2. Might not be a good plan

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  3. Music’s good for that 😌🎶⛲

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    • It usually undoes me Ana, you will know it for yourself judging by your comment.


      • I have been a musician all of my life, performing at venues from state houses to convalescent homes, yes. Many healing tears.

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      • What is your preferred instrument?


      • Well, I used to be a master classical flutist and a composer of classical and counterpoint piano, but these days there’s only strength for a little guitar and voice. When I sing, the stalker brings all hell loose around me, so right now and perhaps forever there are none now.

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      • O, that is a shame, what caused the ending of your music?


      • Homelessness lost me my instruments, and the acceleration of physical depletion involved has put paid to the rest. At this moment, with a mind and body too worn and depleted even to publish poetry, I don’t have the strength to do so much as even regret it. It’s been a bit more peaceful around my van today ~ perhaps the sacrifice of even this last creative potential has bought peace. Or perhaps not. Again, I’m not capable of much more than resting. And praying. I can still do that.


  4. My guitar does the same thing to me… those darn instruments, intrusive aren’t they? 🙂

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  5. Amy

    Beautifully expressed, Paul.

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  7. Signs come constantly in mysterious forms. I believe the pull to dig deeper is an opportunity to get to know our higher self. Whatever the purpose, we should never dig with the expectation to know so we can find more.

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  8. lync56

    I love the reflectiveness of this poem – depths within


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  9. Clarinet will definitely do that to you. Great poem

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