Category Archives: grief

Sorrows Me Still – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Cry Me A river 

Amaya Engleking has invited a poem on a piece of music that brought tears. So many choices!

Video: found on YouTube – Gordon Lightfoot singing “The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald.”


Sorrows Me Still

The crew never knew as they bid farewell
for their regular gig on the lake,
that treachery would strike
by the weight and the wind,
not by jury or flag,
twenty-nine had plotted their time,
played their regular goodbyes
unbeknown, for the very last trip.
I read it in 75 in the time
but I lost it when I heard Gordon sing,
his chords played my heart
with a harrowing wrench
and eased a tear along my cheek,
mournful and thoughtful
the church bell ringing the toll
made me weep,
and the futility
sorrows me still.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Electile Dysfunction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Fog – Word of the DayIMG_0029.jpeg

Photo: View of the car park at the foot of Bluff Knoll, taken from the half-way point through the lifting fog.

“To win the people, always cook them some savoury that pleases them.”  Aristophanes, ‘The Knights’

Electile Dysfunction

Precipitation reigned raining
as damp held court and
mystery rose to the heavens
where nothing was said
and the veil remained
holding me without a vision,
moving slowly
not knowing which way to go
I ascended the mountain
trusting feet over eyes,
receiving pedestrian news
the veil lifted cracked
and I caught
infinitesimal hope,
just down in the
bottom corner,
that the sun might yet
warm the heart
of this broken land.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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The Piper – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Plangent – RDP Monday


Photo: The Irish Drone (similar, but not to be confused with Scottish bagpipes)

The Piper

The piper rose
while the gathered,
unaware of how he
would rattle their hearts,
remained somnambulant
in reflection,
someone coughed and
attention gained a moment,
then the piper struck
a sombre note
and as one the gathered rose
as the sonorous sound of
Amazing Grace
consumed our hearts
with waves of melancholy
as we plunged young Tom
into the ground
that could we
we would warm,
and just as suddenly as
the sound had come,
it ceased,
while yet our bodies

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Late – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Marvelous – Word of the Day

Video: Bunbury Wetland (erroneously called Big Swamp), a lone swan from one of the pairs of Black Swans. There were two cygnets hatched this year, a truly marvellous sight.



We put a fence round Eden with a biodome,
we’re saving seeds in Aleppo and London,
using less plastic
reducing emissions
cloning sheep of all possible things,
nature is stunning
a rich trove of beauty
yet late have we shut that door,
our destructive ways
speak like Narcissus in spades,
Mother is wounded
she’s on the run
with nowhere to turn
nowhere to go,
Nature is stunning
but mammon is pretty,
our bed is made.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Memory – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Sometimes I look for you
but mostly you come to mind,
a memory curled in my heart,
a felt sense of presence
often my own face as
I awaken in the morning mirror,
moments of humour,
anger and sorrow,
holding my four year old hand.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Pure Phantasm – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Longing – Word of the Day



Pure Phantasm

Strange days and motel beds,
a distance between us with
that small pocket of grief
we carry in the lone moments
of this wending journey
and, in a moment of elan,
I roll over and reach for you
in the solo of the night
and just as suddenly
come to my senses knowing,
in the drift of my dream,
that the pillow is a
pure phantasm of longing

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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This Once Warrior – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Keen – Word of the Day




This Once Warrior

Her hand rested on his cheek
while she searched his face
not knowing how to approach
such cruel intimacy,
this once warrior
now spent
his sallow skin a mask,
a pale representation,
as he lay in quiet repose
already emptied of himself,
and in that moment
sadness washed over her
and a deep keening began
and remained
on her lips
she was wrung out
and dried
to a whisper.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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