"Welcome to the Hall of Canon"
Here, the hallway is narrow.
Its portraits hang in orderly rows—
the pastoral faces, the plainspoken men
who learned to keep their voices trimmed
to fit their frames.
Visitors walk softly, here.
They whisper the names already carved
into the lintels,
names that echo easily
because the walls
have learnt their shadows' arcs.
Outside, other poetries waive.
Noted in absence of protest—
but carried in weather,
they're unroomed
where ordinary light
falls on ordinary hands
doing ordinary work.
Their pages carry the soot
of kitchens,
the umbra of corridors,
that small breath of someone
standing still enough
to notice.
But, the hallway is narrow.
It prefers its familiar gait,
its well‑worn cadence,
its safe and settled lineage.
So the other poetries remain
just beyond the doorway—
procedural,
domestic,
unadorned,
poised in their own architectures
without spectacle.
They won't knock.
They offer no plea.
They simply continue
to write from the places
the hallway cannot see.
And one day,
when the keepers turn
and find the corridor
too spare,
too subdued,
much too uniform,
they will step outside,
tilt their gaze,
and discover
rooms they never considered
were already full
of other voices
that had learned
to sound without amplification.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 29th, 2026 05:25
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Comments7
Theres a certain tranquility here despite the numerous times and people who once walked the floors
Thank you Norman, most heartily appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome friend
It is the message here that grabs the mind and heart. So many artists that have not followed the beaten path the paved highway neglected during life have found immortality after death in creative work not accepted at their time. Encouraging and nicely presented Cryptic.
A review that strikes at the heart of the mother lode. Thank you my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Always a pleasure my friend
Erm, is it cannon or canon? I been three hours trying to light this cannon, until someone told m it's a canon! lol.
A museum of poetry. Sounds like a good idea. Enjoyed your poem. Perhaps, those outside will one day be recognized. - Phil A.
Hello, arqios,
A very pleasent stroll within and outside the realm. One could hear the whispers. A lovely poem indeed.
Fond regards,
Tony.
A fine Poem on the undiscovered Voice.
I felt this, arqios. A lot of worthwhile work happens outside the rooms where people hand out legitimacy, and sometimes that outside work is where the real life is. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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