Transcending – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” Albert Camus


Summer always smiles faintly as she leaves me,
her lips suddenly thin and sharp,
knowing I will grieve her warm embrace
and the fruit of her lush kisses,
leaving me to the inexorable prudery of the
wasteland of winter's serge,
better suited to vows of unbending monasticism,
funereal finery of dark intonations,
like spells that clang on hard, cold surfaces.

Winter, ever impassive, never smiles at me,
she is far too sensible for such frivol,
always she has work to do,
inexorably instilling us with
her parsimonious agency,
those short, cold, grey days
when I feel most despondent,
summer leaves a note of light 
an intimation that she is on her way.

Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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32 responses to “Transcending – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. How about we trade weather for a day😃

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  2. sanaarizvi

    I am literally swooning right now 😍 the imagery in this poem is absolutely to die for, Paul!! I am especially moved by; “the fruit of her lush kisses, leaving me to the inexorable prudery of the wasteland of winter’s serge.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! You made my day! 💙💙

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  3. Great metaphoric, and there have always to be expectations. 😉 Thanks for sharing, Paul! Have a nice rest of the week! xx Michael

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  4. And we are in the depths of grey right now. Fighting to find the summer within me.

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  5. I enjoyed reading your experience of the contrast between summer and winter. For some reason, this year I’m seeing much beauty in gray, which was never there before.

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    • I had to dig deep for this one, our winters are not really winters by your standards over there. Nonetheless, I’ve know deep snow in other times 🙂 I too have come to love the grey, I often think of it as a metaphor.

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  6. Without winter, would spring be appreciated or just taken for granted?

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  7. Amy

    Summer and winter, beautifully expressed.

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  8. Consider this entire poem highlighted, Paul. It is perfection!

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  9. lync56

    Sounds a poem for me the resistance of winter


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  10. I can feel her, the winter so much

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