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With Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Forlorn – Word of the Day

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With Love

Those days,
when it all comes crashing down,
and logic whispers …
but the roar of misery is greater,
and though friends call round,
the pain lingers and,
though the tent of joy is rent wide,
the seamstress you need most,
is self-understanding,
cum amore.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Forlorn

via Daily Prompt: Forlorn

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Such a lovely place the marina, all the sounds and smells of the sea, the tavern on the deck, a beautiful lunch, great company. As I look out I see a few boats moving, but only three boats went out, another four different ones came back in during lunch.Sad, all that technology, all that cost, all that stuff, just sitting there, aging, useless, forlorn, waiting to make a break for the ocean. But no, they have been left alone to sit, rocking at their moorings yet again, to dream of the wide open sea. Ah, perhaps next week if the weather’s good. For now, just forlorn, alone, waiting, yearning, to be.

Paul,

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