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Big – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” Robert Frost

Big

Why does the sound of a car like that
in the early evening set me on edge,
not in a fearful way, not in a knowing 
way, although I remember my youth,
but in the way it undoes my sense of
equilibrium without even trying?

That violin in Massenet's Thais as a 
meditation unfolds my heart in ways 
that open me to a rush of feelings that 
are confusing, always colliding, why is 
it that I am so happy when yet I am sad,
melancholic in orchestrations?

How can it be that new discoveries 
make me pine for campus days and
raw, original thoughts, now lost in the
annals of acquiescence to the facade of 
the realities of routinised living, detached,
yet bubbling below my surfaced life?


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