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Try as it might
the rain couldn’t dampen our fever,
we were gone
so drunk on passion,
the rivulets an outward sign
of the cascade within
and, casting reason to the wind,
what began as civil
became unbridled pleasure
as we devoured each other.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, relationship, romance
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Today I gave my attention to a leaf
an early sign
as the gums let go their weight
before the rains of autumn,
nature is always wondering about me,
making sure I know,
giving me signs,
leading me to deeper thoughts
and heartfelt wholeness.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, Gardening, life, mindfulness, nature, poem, Quadrille
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I live with my contradictions
trading visibilities at low value
wanting visibility and wanting invisibility,
confused, they never come at the right time,
they sail without me.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, life, poem
Photo: a derelict steam engine cab, outside the Gwalia Museum.
A macabre vision irrupts the scene
of rust and rotting plaster
a sombre funeral for the eyes
deposited for all to see
cast off, derelict,
left for dead,
as if nothing really counts,
and, as with metal,
or with plaster
one might say,
so with flesh and blood,
when we disregard each other.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Country, Free Verse, life, poem, Trains
Sip – dVerse Poets – Quadrille 74
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To sip or not is a question
of consumption or
of contemplation,
to savour,
to swirl,
to inhale,
to dance with liquid
on my palette
an imbibers meditation
a seduction with velvet soul,
I want my days to be sipped
not just consumed.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Quadrille
Portents surrounded my journey
from even before I knew I was going
and how is it
that I go along this road?
I know not.
And always the wind,
ceaseless and cold,
no augury elicited any clarity,
no spell would release my feeling
and no voice would speak
my staff my only guide and comfort
as days turned into weeks
and no soul to be found
even the owls had not come
which left me wondering
what could possibly be my end,
and almost as soon as I’d pondered
the sky cleared a little
revealing Vendell castle,
perhaps now
all would be revealed.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, Mythology, poem
Photo: allfreshwallpaper.blogspot.com
Your thespian ways
were more stagecraft than celluloid,
thoughtful,
of character,
never up nor our
always true,
No drama
an absence of soap,
you always knew
when it was time to act.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.cpm
Filed under bush walking, Free Verse, life, love, poem
Photo: keywords king.com The guessing Jar – as a child I did once guess the contents of a jar correctly.
That old invitation to
“guess what?”
is simply a dredging
of endless,
useless, speculation,
of dubious motive,
I guess
I don’t want to guess.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcan.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, poem
Photo: agrilife.org
I’m not sure why I stopped
in the sharp heat of the day
particularly here,
I walked the firebreak for a while
and though I didn’t stir the soil so much,
my shoes were coated in a pale dust
as if the old days wanted to come with me,
those accretions of experience
which stick to the back of the mind
and come in dust.
Hours later,
when I’d arrived home, I
determined that I would not
clean my shoes.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcan.com
Filed under Country, Farm, farming, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem
Graphic: pixabay.com
Nunc scio quid sit amor Now I know what love is.
The moment needed no words
we conversed in other ways
till we made our point
and then we lay exhausted, spent
the air sucked right out of us
in breathless, telegraphic counterpoint.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, relationship, romance, Uncategorized
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