Monthly Archives: November 2018

Out Of The Grey – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Doleful – Word of the Day

photo-1516027828283-84217f09f3c4.jpeg

Photo: unsplash.com

 

Out Of The Grey

My heart slipped its moorings,
and sailed to the deep grey
of lake melancholy,
where I was becalmed in a gloom,
a syrup of acedia so thick,
I couldn’t easily move.
But I’m not sure I wanted to,
perhaps I wanted to nurture the pain,
just a little,
and, just as I was
starting to feel justified,
I noticed the wind of change,
and my heart began to turn for home.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

34 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, life, love, poem

Soul Friend – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Hymn – Word of the Day

photo-1494354145959-25cb82edf23d.jpeg

Photo: unsplash.com

Soul Friend

Words escape me,
I can make no sense,
my tongue has turned to cloth,
while my breath is held by your beauty.
And yet,
deep within my soul,
a song arises,
not with words or conscious tune,
a song of felt praise,
a libation
poured from my heart to you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

12 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, love, poem

True Madness (I’ll Be The Drudge Of That) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Madness – 5 Lines

04cannery_CA1-articleLarge.jpg

Photo: graphics8.nytimes.com  a sardine cannery.

For me the photo speaks of work, income, but also of repetition and boredom, if you like – a type of madness.

 

True Madness (I’ll Be The Drudge Of That)

Friends with bipolar are sadly labelled,
eccentrics and the odder ones marked out,
people with causes and passionate views,
madness is none of these discomforting behaviours,
true madness is doing what we always do without thought or heart.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,  pvcann.com

19 Comments

Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem

Days Of Chaff

Dismal – Word of the Day

photo-1476874687430-e89333b508e5-1.jpeg

Photo: unsplash.com

 

Days Of Chaff

I remember the morning,
breakfast slow and quiet,
the radio seemed muted and grey,
and the muesli life chaff.
The conversation, a little one-sided,
was uninspiring,
but the day was light, and
work passed for something
to fill the day, with
photocopier conversations,
and ersatz morning tea.
Then home again
to the quiet,
which is fine for a while,
till I think of something to say,
something to share,
a knowing look,
a laugh,
or a tender touch.
I hate it when you’re away,
the days drag
and taste like chaff.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

27 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, life, love, poem

Not I – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Docile – Word of the Day

photo-1522897170024-25dd68a50c13.jpeg

Photo: unsplash.com

 

 

Not I

I wanted everything,
but, I understood nothing;
how could I possess you?
Not that you were unwilling,
but I could not find the language.
Yet in your patience you led me to a point
of no return I could never have imagined,
a language unspoken,
yet eternal,
a oneness uncontained,
an eros and feminine only ever felt
at the locus of the heart,
at once complex, yet ever so simple.
Innocence,
well, that I wanted to believe,
because there was nothing sophisticated,
only raw self,
beauty melded
in mutual meeting.
And I realised that,
truly,
though I could have, should have,
knew very well how to,
it wasn’t so,
you were no mere muse,
I was completely possessed,
you were my teacher.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

20 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, love, poem

Unattended Things – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Oblivion – Word of the Day

photo-1520050704800-294fd98f29e8.jpeg

Photo: unsplash.com  The forgotten item – the root meaning of oblivion is to forget.

 

Unattended Things

All those years ago,
throughout the nights,
I harboured you beneath my bed,
though the covers kept me safe from
your glinty eyes and sulphurous breath.
And, though I feared your teeth might
take my legs as I’d leave my
doona castle,
one day I took my sword,
and slew you.
Or, so I thought, for
as the years have passed
I have sensed your resurrection,
now you dwell in my interior castle,
midst my shadow self,
with all those unattended things,
that have teeth enough to
take me whole,
should I forget you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

26 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, psychology, Uncategorized

You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Imagination – Word of the Day

photo-1511164824257-3f24708c6438.jpeg

Photo: unsplash.com

 

You

I got lost today,
not in the usual sense,
but in my mind as
I willingly immersed myself,
and I conjured the most
delightful companion
so complete,
a rare beauty so breathtaking,
and a conversation so deep
and naked as to open the
heart to oneness.
And, as I walked along the way,
at some point I was wakened from
my immersion and
I saw you,
knowing full well in
that moment I had not
imagined you at all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

33 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, love, poem

The Seeds Of Doubt – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Dubious – Word of the Day

photo-1516897106004-1ed8b96ea408.jpeg

Photo: unsplash.com

 

The Seeds Of Doubt

She was,
uncharacteristically late,
there was no sign of her,
no message had been sent.
Normally, which by the way,
is not a helpful word,
she’d be in by 6.oo,
but it was well past 7.30 now.
Perhaps the bus had run late,
or broken down?
Maybe she was with friends
at one of her favourite cafes,
or, maybe …
And so the seeds of doubt crept in,
just like that,
without proper invitation.
Worry turned to blame and
he began to mull and
ruminate, fulminate.
And as the front door opened,
instead of “So glad to see you’re home.”
An accusation leapt from his lips;
“Where have you been?”
The shock of venom repelled her,
and so, the seeds of doubt crept in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

35 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, life, poem

Grace Lives – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Grace

jennifer_800x1022.jpg

Photo:  https://d3ss7t324mvief.cloudfront.net

 

Grace Lives

Grace is many things when all considered,
followers of the Nazarene say it’s God’s forgiveness,
others will say it is the poise of a ballet dancer,
while others say it is the flight of pelicans,
truth be told, it is the middle name of the one I live with.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

25 Comments

Filed under dance, Five Lines, Free Verse, love, poem

Moment Of Truth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Conviction – Word of the Day

642466-court.jpg

Photo: http://www.usnews.com

 

Moment Of Truth

The gavel goes down,
all rise comes the cry,
shuffling and scraping we ascend,
till the judge once seated,
approves our descent.
Now in session,
we move to our fate,
a judgement,
guilty or not?
The defendant is humanity
surely a term redundant?
denial its only ploy.
The prosecution calls witness,
from far and wide,
from the Amazon, Syria, Andromeda,
and further afield.
Particles and life forms,
all speak their truth,
of neglect, abuse and slaughter.
The jury goes out,
the jury comes in,
and the grim word of guilty leaps out,
the judge summing up,
points the finger,
and sternly convicts;
humanity has failed all of nature.
Now some are rich yet many are poor,
we cannot breathe the air,
we cannot drink the water,
we have wasted the gift,
there’s not much left to destroy,
and now, quickly, we must make amends.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

13 Comments

Filed under environment, Free Verse, life, poem