dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
Photo: youtube.com
To close the door
I close myself,
hinged on a thin
premise of protection
against your congealed words,
While yet sowing
Seeds of destruction,
Calloused,
ridged against
the pain,
and shutting out the world,
but the pain lingers,
festers,
until once again
I dare to open that door,
and so, to open myself.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, relationship
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Walking and Observing
Photo: Bunbury Wetlands
Piano out on the street
with a delightful sound,
suits on the run,
and my nose tells me the way
of temptation to caffeine,
while the envy of all
a Triumph growls,
a bicycle squeaks,
shop doors glide open
willing me in,
and I notice
there’s less gum on the
pavement these days,
but of all the sights and sounds
I would trade them every one
for a wander round the park
with nature’s restorative all.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, nature, poem
Photo: hdwallpaperim.com
The blanket laid
we fed each other strawberries
dipped in vermouth,
juicy peaches too
and other metaphors,
there were honey cakes,
you smiled as you swirled
a spoon in the jar
drizzling honey more
and your lips glistened
they were so pleasurable
and sweet.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, relationship, romance
Photo: pixabay.com
I once caught fire with indignation
why me?
I sweat some thoughts
with mangled mind
but nothing changed,
my mind a cinema
of replayed plots and plans,
and when I finally did let go
what once seemed weak
now felt strong
a paradox of vision,
acceptance is a messy game
both simple and complex
and yet
perceived,
the losers prize
now a brave new world
so spacious I can breathe.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under challenge, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem
Photo: smithsonianmag.com The surface of Mars.
The irony is, but of course, that there are plans to colonise Mars at enormous cost to study its physical qualities, albeit, why it is uninhabitable. One of my private and sobering fantasies, is that we were already there and have wrecked it!
Like gluttons
we landed in paradise
and stripped it bare,
then we spied another
called earth,
we’re not finished yet
but we’re nearly done.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under environment, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, Space
Image provided by Willow Poetry
She wasn’t like others
to maunder through life,
she took each day with purpose and,
while it all made such sense to her,
it was a puzzle to everyone else,
her lines were not always straight
yet, mysteriously, they fitted together
and what was most pleasing of all,
she always felt fulfilled,
renewed and complete.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Gadget – VJs Weekly Challenge 49
Photo: pixabay.com
We fitted easily
like two well oiled cogs
in a fine instrument
always in sync and,
her catch-piece
has always been
the warmth
behind her smile.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: Gachette, French – catch-piece of a mechanism, Gache – staple of a lock – origin of the word gadget.
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under challenge, love, poem, relationship
Photo: echoes-of-time.com
Bewitching
delectable creature,
there upon that forest trail
she left me moon eyed
and howling for more,
then, begging her leave,
claimed an appointment to keep,
whispering something
about her grandma
and an axe to grind.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under bush walking, poem, romance
Ghazal – dVerse Poetry – Poetry Form
The invitation at dVerse is to write a Ghazal, you can learn more by following the link above.
Pale wings of the ibis so translucent in the light,
who of the gods opened the heavens to light?
No mist in the morning, the warmth means rain,
who closed the windows shuttering all light?
The tavern was crowded with the usual faces,
their sorrows drowned though the beer light.
Canine telegraphs excite across the valley,
who called through the dimming light?
And I, Paul, am surprised tonight,
a wisp of lace, my beloved so light.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
With thanks to The Bag Lady for tagging me in Rory’s 321 Quote Me.
Post two quotes on the topic of the day and choose three bloggers who will quote and tag three more bloggers.
Topic today: Expression.
My choice of quotes :
“Almost all crime is due to the repressed desire for aesthetic expression.” Evelyn Waugh
“Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is a fight to the finish between black charcoal and white paper.” Gunter Grass
My nominees are: Tessa, Nidhi, and Jenna
Tessa Can Do It! Positivity Is Catching!
Sunnies My Bunnies – Happiness and sunshine
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Uncategorized
 | Amy on As The Light Shines – a… |
 | thereluctantpoet on As The Light Shines – a… |
 | phenomenal facts on Truly Free – a poem by P… |
 | marandarussell on As The Light Shines – a… |
 | calmkate on As The Light Shines – a… |
Words to Think On
My path less traveled. Rediscovering self after surviving the abuse that almost sunk me. Goal of strengthening and thriving on my adult legs. 👣🙏🏻 #recovery #forgiveness
Being OTD and How it Affects my Life - Recovering from Domestic Abuse - Finding peace and hoping for a happy future...
Write for Ilhan - Join the Global Campaign
Review books, TV series, movies
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
The Poetry Project
Empowering creatives and consumers
poetry and collage art by Constance Bourg
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
WordPress & Blogging tips, flash fiction, photography and lots more!
Poetry on demand
Camping Ideas and Recommendations
I'm a shattered mirror. Poetry holds my broken pieces together.
Explore the other side!
Roses are a Symbol of Beauty and Passion
Favorite song lists, reviews, featured indie artists, and music commentary.
Science knows no country, because knowledge belongs to humanity.
Poetry & More.... Sam Tumblin
Words to Think On
My path less traveled. Rediscovering self after surviving the abuse that almost sunk me. Goal of strengthening and thriving on my adult legs. 👣🙏🏻 #recovery #forgiveness
Being OTD and How it Affects my Life - Recovering from Domestic Abuse - Finding peace and hoping for a happy future...
Write for Ilhan - Join the Global Campaign
Review books, TV series, movies
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
The Poetry Project
Empowering creatives and consumers
poetry and collage art by Constance Bourg
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
WordPress & Blogging tips, flash fiction, photography and lots more!
Poetry on demand
Camping Ideas and Recommendations
I'm a shattered mirror. Poetry holds my broken pieces together.
Explore the other side!
Roses are a Symbol of Beauty and Passion
