Paul Cannon
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Many thanks Stace ❤️
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Fish Moon- a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

For Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 34 - Hunter's Moon and the Ageing of the Year - Willow has invited us to - choose from, the October Hunter’s Moon or the aging of the year as the theme to your poem. Or, you can explain in your poetry how Autumn makes…
Fish Moon- a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
For Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 34 - Hunter's Moon and the Ageing of the Year - Willow has invited us to - choose from, the October Hunter’s Moon or the aging of the year as the theme to your poem. Or, you can explain in your poetry how Autumn makes you feel. Write a sijo, or a form of your choice, from the forms list 
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Never Reined – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Poetics with and invitation to write about some version of the headless horseman, for more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets - Poetics - Hold Onto Your Head Photo: Marble statuette of a horseman from Pella - mid 4th…
Never Reined – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Merril is hosting Poetics with and invitation to write about some version of the headless horseman, for more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets - Poetics - Hold Onto Your Head Photo: Marble statuette of a horseman from Pella - mid 4th century BCE. Never ReinedThe stallion's veins ridgedsweats in rivershair mud matted and tousled…
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Nothing Is What It Seems To Be – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Pilar Palmer from Pixabay Nothing Is What It Seems To BeBlack is not a colourzero is not a numbertomatoes are fruitby definition andboiling point is mootgive or take,do we even existmight we be the thinideational strands…
Nothing Is What It Seems To Be – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Pilar Palmer from Pixabay Nothing Is What It Seems To BeBlack is not a colourzero is not a numbertomatoes are fruitby definition andboiling point is mootgive or take,do we even existmight we be the thinideational strands ofsomeone's dream? Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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A Tanka by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: amphotographia.it The Ides of March - The death of Julius Caesar, stabbed by conspirators led by Brutus, Longinus, and Albinus. Tanka (5-7-5-7-7) the fox is cunningtaking everything at onceno future planningbut one day soon he will wakecornered without hope of…
A Tanka by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: amphotographia.it The Ides of March - The death of Julius Caesar, stabbed by conspirators led by Brutus, Longinus, and Albinus. Tanka (5-7-5-7-7) the fox is cunningtaking everything at onceno future planningbut one day soon he will wakecornered without hope of flight Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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Very welcome Merril ❤️
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My pleasure indeed, you will fly
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Very kind, thank you, I think that's true in my case it eventually becomes natural, but you will nail it for sure.
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I'm no expert, but I think this is a good example, and as with all poetry, you've made it your own ❤️
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Love it, I like how you created a complex flow within the syllabic constraints.
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Wonderful, enjoy when you are in that space.
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I love how you take something that is/or could be serious, and deflate the tension, not matter of fact, more taken in stride.
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Good morning! I wasn't going to do this prompt for #PoemsAbout #imperfectMe but started writing it yesterday @paulwritespoems.bsky.social writing group. It's still rough. Thanks as always to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Poem:

Still Standing 

The scar on my right breast
a faint tracing,
the charcoal under the artist’s paint,

tattooed dots,
ellipsis signaling the story continues—

always a before
and an after--

so far, always an after--

the sagging of flesh, the greying of hair,
points for endurance, if not for style,

as vain as anyone, I suppose,
but embracing the imperfect,
me.
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Very kind Stace (blushing) - I so happen to like your excellent writing too.
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Ah, the art of the poet
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Yes, well crafted indeed