Monthly Archives: August 2019

Storied – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: A granite rock north of Bonnie Rock.

“It seemed that out of battle I escaped down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped through granites which titanic wars had groined.”  Wilfred Owen (‘Strange Meeting’ 1918)

 

Storied

I walked your soul
and touched your heart
which beat a thousand beats
from before time,
august you rose from the earth
weathered you remain
pocked and pitted,
I beheld your beauty spots
and wizened skin
with captured fragments
of storied lives
like passing clouds,
and marvelled at your solid form,
grounded, yet ever changing
from within.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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A Point of Grief – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Lake Brown looking west to the setting sun.

“Filthy water cannot be washed.”   African Proverb

 

A Point Of Grief

There’s majesty in this ancient death,
just to walk the barren shore and
take in the necrosis of dead trees
and pinkish water,
nothing lives here
except the salt, of course,
a living death
that burns to the touch,
even the wind moves
in eerie reverence
across its tortured surface,
a millennia of dying
offering a point of grief
to all who long for something more
in this tortured world
of love and loss.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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That Virus – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The very design of neoliberal principles is a direct attack on democracy.”  Noam Chomsky

 

That Virus

Neoliberalism
that virus which has destroyed
all that was collective and community
has diminished the courage of politicians
and elevated the narrow-minded profiteers
who have washed in the blood of our lives
and feasted on the carcass of hope,
a despicable breed of thugs.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Resident Ghost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: my wife’s cat – a Rag Doll called Misty.

 

“Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.”  Garrison Keillor

Resident Ghost

Shadows along the wall
imperceptibly moves the curtain
furtive, secretive gambit
of a resident ghost,
a collection of bugs,
how did they congress there?
Mat askew and a clump of hair
on my folded trousers,
under the bed
glinting eyes eerily stare,
then darkness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Taking Leave – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“Always ask yourself: “What will happen if I say nothing?”  Kamand Kojouri

 

Taking Leave

Languid hangs the mist
on my sea of tranquility,
my soul becalmed so restful,
taking leave of the six p.m. paranoia,
that hurricane of disruption
lurking in the corners of the mind
nurturing thoughts
as a cuckoo inhabits another’s,
for sanity
best set aside.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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With No Meaning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Tristful – RDP Monday

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“I felt That I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.”  Edgar Allan Poe

 

With No Meaning

Weightless heaviness presses in,
a fog that is light
with no meaning
clouds my mind,
my heart shifting
not shifting,
O to drink from the Lethe
and forget even forgetting,
even to stand,
to move beyond this torpor
that has become my friend,
the one who overstays
yet always welcomed back.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Excursion

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“Licence my roving hands, and let them go before, behind, between, above, below.” . John Donne

Again

Of nape and lips
lobes and lids,
a drift of hair,
a flex of sinew,
to draw the same breath
finding that ancient rhythm,
and hand to the rise
describing the cleft and valley
places too dally,
a mind etched,
longing invoked,
an excursion I will take again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Cuckoo-flower – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Waiting

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Photo: provided by  Patricia’s Place

 

“The statesman shears the sheep, the politician skins them.”  Austin O’Malley

 

The Cuckoo-flower

She was more verbivore than herbivore
a cuckoo-flower who habited a simple meliorism
that the pasture was always better down the road
paradise in four-leafed clover she’s heard,
just awaiting the jumbuck special, ticket cloven.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Maybe – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics

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“Even though I accomplished nothing today the stars still came out at night.”  Marty Rubin

 

Maybe

I was feeling rather shouldly
a consideration set against the
blank page of acedia,
that old noonday demon
of all my tomorrows
ever appearing,
never arriving,
to which I tilt my hat
with resignation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Pondered Pebble – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Pebble – RDP Thursday

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“It is a mathematical fact that the casting of this pebble from my hand alters the centre of gravity of the universe.”  Thomas Carlyle

Pondered Pebble

Have you ever stood and pondered a pebble
on riverbank or seashore,
to know that a conglomerate surrendered it so
by water and by wind,
that oneness can give an abundance
and nothing is alone or insignificant,
to think that such a small thing
can be a giant killer,
a game changer,
gravity mover,
disturber of peace,
a garden of delight,
pity the one who doesn’t ponder a pebble.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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