Only Then – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.” A.S. Byatt

Only Then

I can tell you that it has been a long road,
the one not normally taken,
though I wasn't really looking,
not paying attention, and 
they took away my gps.

My childhood was secondhand,
and Robespierre ruled our parlour,
there was always an edge to his voice
so moody and unpredictable,
like a tornado.

Someone took my pockets,
their hands must have been 
colder than my needs,
ever after my hands never
stopped moving.

I wound in circles and wandered
around the straits of days,
an aimless meander, until
I met a woman whose lips
tasted of cinnamon and honey.

Her eyes possessed me,
only then did the road fade,
and in earnest my 
journey began.
Only then.

Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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13 responses to “Only Then – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. A good woman is a nice thing to find.

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  2. This poem reminded me very much of my father. He had a similar childhood, and he expressed that his life began when he met my mother.

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  3. lync56

    Very beautiful


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