Resurrection Perchance? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“What wisdom can you find that is greater than kindness?” Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Resurrection Perchance?

The funeral drum has no thrum,
only a steady, maudlin beat,
clack, clack, clack,
while in sombre sun we stood 
in grief all gravely knitted in black,
to farewell beloved kindness,
a sudden death of lack,
all whispered enquiry -
was it a lengthy illness?
met with empty shrugs,
embarrassed silence mused -
had kindness been off-colour,
was there foul play?
No one could say but we all
knew that kindness had ceased 
to thrive for some years
and died a 6.04 p.m. today.

Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️ 


Filed under death, Free Verse, grief, life, poem, quote

13 responses to “Resurrection Perchance? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Kindness does seem to be in short supply

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  2. Life would be terrible without kindness. But fortunately it is always there. Well written.

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  3. I think kindness is critically ill but not dead yet. I love the use of metaphor in your poem, particularly the first two lines.

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  4. Stephen Crabbe

    Packs a punch, Paul. Well done!

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  5. lync56

    I felt sad reading this poem


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