Monthly Archives: August 2019

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

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The Cuckoo-flower – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Waiting

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“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

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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

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Mystica – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Smoke and Mirrors

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“The journey not the destination matters.”  T.S. Eliot

Mystica

I wanted to be sure
that the threshold could be crossed
to leave the paracosms of childhood
those parental certainties,
cassocked beliefs
of vaulted minds,
mortared cracks of real,
I picked up the almanac of my life
and it frittered away
like so many burnt pages,
fragile and flaking,
faint and indecipherable,
certainty sliding,
via negativa evolving
an apophatic line,
a Dionysian celebration,
if somewhat muted,
in the joy of not knowing
that you were there
but everywhere.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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You Who Are – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery

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The dVerse challenge by Kim is to take the line “You will love again the stranger who was yourself” from the poem ‘Love After Love’ by Derek Walcott and write 144 words of prose.

“The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.”  Carl Gustav Jung

You Who Are

“You will love again the stranger who was yourself.” she said. Her eyes were moist and tender, worried I guess, as I had been somewhere other than myself for some time, fully estranged, formed, nay, torn by the desires and opinions of so many, but never my own. It is as if, as Eliot once proposed, that I could arrive at myself and know myself as if for the very first time. To strip off the hats and masks, the accretions of a life, or two, and return naked to the world as my true self, the ungarnished and bruised reality for all to see. And that is the loveable, that is the real. All else is window dressing on a grand scale of deception of the self, no one else is so deceived. So, to set aside those ancient scales for love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Mindless Frog – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“As long as the general population is passive, apathetic, diverted to consumerism or hatred of the vulnerable, then the powerful can do as they please …”  Noam Chomsky

The Mindless Frog

On a cold winters day
I was prim on my lily pad
awaiting a princess to
plant her lips on me,
an average fantasy of transformation
by any normal standard and
I was so surprised when instead a
man carefully picked me up,
fed me and placed me
in some nice tepid water
where I thawed and relaxed,
stretching and luxuriating,
I was so unconcerned as
my flesh started to loosen and
gently peel from my bones
rising to the surface where
the beady eyes of the man
continued to watch expectantly,
too late I realised
that princes consume.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Exquisite Lightness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Topsy-Turvey

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“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”  Friedrich Nietzsche

 

Exquisite Lightness

Time had hardly begun
though time was a pure farrago,
strange how chaos can be so organised
to be such exquisite lightness
and now we are really floating.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Sooner -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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“Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.”  George Bernard Shaw

Sooner

Perhaps it was the wine
or the small of your back
we left the terrace behind,
your eyes drank my soul
while we waltzed in the shed
our laughter turning to sigh
and sooner, not later,
the long summer grass
caressed our shuddering whole.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Real – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If we are to achieve a richer culture, we must weave one in which each diverse human gift will find a fitting place.”  Margaret Meade

Real

They were real
devoted,
oblivious and in love,
they knew they were broken,
only others imprisoned them
in shackles of judgement
devised in their own
shallow minds and
jealous of their freedom
to simply be
more human than they.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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