Folly – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

"Never look back unless you're planning to go that way." Henry David Thoreau 


Watching old reruns might be
like living in a grainy 50s
soviet sleet ridden city,
all those two dimensional posters
proclaiming an empty nothing
under dull grey skies,
turgid conversations unrelated
to anything called reality,
even by perception,
mostly by deception,
everything we hold dear is
closer to the plastic table-cloth 
than we'd imagined,
yesterdays expectations 
for a rerun of 1952 is folly
wrapped in a crown,
kitsch offered as fairytale
for a reality starved crowd.

Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️ 


Filed under Free Verse, history, poem, politics, quote

6 responses to “Folly – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Maybe I’m just exceptionally talented at seeing the things poems describe in the poem’s shape🤣, but I think your poem looks like a crown. Never starved for reality over here. I often feel like I live in the Twilight Zone.❤️

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  2. Your poem paints a very grim picture. No rose-colored glasses there!

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