The Moment – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” Matsuo Basho

The Moment 

at day's end,
a belated summer inferno,

I should pack away the chairs,
but why end the moment.

The beer bottle is sad,
tools still on the ground,

I notice a rogue sucker on the lemon tree.

Perhaps it is time for me to go.

A fantail twits and flits mosquitos,
the setting sun suggests a verse,
O to be bitten by such love.

Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, Gardening, life, mindfulness, poem, quote, relationship

13 responses to “The Moment – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Summertime and the livin is easy😉

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  2. The definition of poignancy. You’ve done it yet again. Talk about leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for the next little kids lost in these woods!… 👏👏👏

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  3. Don’t become caught by melancholia! 😉 xx Michael

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  4. I really like the movement of this poem to end with those unexpected final two lines.

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  5. lync56

    Love the way you captured this experience


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