Burning With Buzzards – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The noun of self becomes a verb. This flashpoint of creation in the present moment is where work and play merge.” Stephen Nachmanovitch

Burning With Buzzards

Even as we carry the dream
so strong is its fragility,
we cannot assume that the 
wolf and the lamb will sleep together,
such rare moments of thought
threaten to break the landscape and
tilt the plane of my life,
placing me on the hook,
dangling, pleading, until
the shedding of a habit,
a minatory look,
exhausted facade
burning with buzzards,
letting go of meaningless meaning,
and finding something true.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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15 responses to “Burning With Buzzards – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. wow; beautifully woven words, Paul!


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  2. Amy

    Beautifully said, Paul. Love the last two lines, so true. 🙂

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  3. “Burning with buzzards” is a particularly evocative phrase.

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  4. Another thought-provoking post.

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  5. wonderful imagery captivating with lots to chew on here Paul


  6. I read this after replying to you about duality and the last two lines of your poem amplified my thoughts 🙂

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  7. lync56

    I like the words “meaningless meaning”


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