Poetry by Edward L. Canavan

             half alive - soo zzzz CC



might as well

the night it laughs
in on the joke

stars wander
thru glint and gleam

beneath this blanket of dark roses
we make do with what can be found

in a look
in a poem
in a kiss
in a bottle of lightning

always needing something to do the trick
we can no longer do ourselves

down in holes of our own making
walking into walls, off cliffs

tripping into shopping mall ponds

oblivious to everything we need
and chained to everything we don’t.





refuge

fierce winds
call to arms

others eyes
see other ways

we are not
who we think we are
to everyone

only parts
of another whole

maybe meaningful
maybe hardly remembered

significance is relative

just be kind
in whatever chaos
you find yourself in

be true of stride
and open of heart

bring your light
wherever you go

and the rest
will take care
of itself.





sparrows in the eaves

morning dogs 
dodge the diving bombs

impatience cries in the bathroom
while she puts on her face

cold lasers may dull the pain for now
but we’ll really never know

much like needles and car rides
everyone is alone

at the beginning and at the end

all we need to remember
is that love is the only thing

that can make everything in between
matter.
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Edward L. Canavan is an American poet whose work has most recently been published in Cholla Needles, Necro, and the City Limits anthology "Poems of Political Protest". His second poetry collection entitled "Protest and Isolation" was recently released by Cyberwit Press. Born and raised in the Bronx, NY, he currently resides in North Hollywood, California, where he practices Buddhism and listens to Thin Lizzy.

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