Monthly Archives: November 2019

You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Hug




“They invented hugs to let people know you love them without saying anything.”  Bill Keane



Like a lonely spaceship amidst the stardust
we can wander life aimlessly
bounded by the self,
wondering if there is anyone out there,
Our flesh our boundary
that imprisons the heart
and deceive the mind,
but for a longing to touch,
to hold and to belong.
At some point I sought a definition,
but though my mind was a blank
my heart said aloud,
a hug is you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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The Herald Of Summer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night


Photo: Billyacatting Reserve


“Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.” Gretel Erlich


The Herald Of Summer

There’s a corner of the garden,
a remnant of native bush
that I love to wander,
especially now, as the air is warmer,
but before I even feel that
I know it by the crunch and crackle
of those hardy leaves,
the daily autumnal, the
herald of summer,
and the smell,
yes the smell of eucalypts
in this dry avenue
is to be inhaled as fine whiskey,
and, in the stillness
the quiet is a rarefied sharpness
that carries its own energy
pierced only by cicadas and magpies,
and I float in my senses
past bees and dragonflies
as friends.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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The Self Entwined – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon




“Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving.”  Nayyirah Waheed

The Self Entwined

that moment,
that feeling,
when the edge is transcended
and the real is the moment,
things blur,
pulse races,
heart faints,
and then
somehow awakened,
only to see,
to know
that it is merely entanglement,
the self entwined
in a desire of its own,
seeking expression,
perhaps, even

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Mould – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Sylvia and Ted

Kim at dVerse has invited us to work on a form following the work of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes.

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Photo: PRWeb

“Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself?”  Henry David Thoreau



The question arises
an urgency, of course,
it is a matter of choice

of light or darkness
it’s hard to prove,
but one or other

must, with patience, or
light across the floor,

show clearly the mess
whether spore or slime
gathered in pools of

water sitting in
my blackened shower
carefully displayed,

creeping nemesis,
a trap of deathly
slippage so discreet.


©Paul Vincent Cannon



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The Game – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Tuesday – Passage



“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.”  Leonard Cohen


The Game

She reached for the old book once again as she did every Thursday afternoon. It was quieter here in the bookshop then, and she loved to pour over the pages in private, knowing that she would faintly mark a passage that he would find when, as he always did, came looking later, long after she had gone. It was a delicious game that hadn’t yet lost its charm. She found what spoke for her, placed a book mark and pencilled a dot next to “Let us go to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded …. there I will give you my love.” Sighing heavily, she placed the book back on the shelf and then found her way out of the shop. She set off, determined to buy some grapes before she made her way home. Smiling, she left her door unlocked.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Surely Not – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Moderation




“Everything in moderation, including moderation.”  Oscar Wilde (his variation of an oft quoted piece usually attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson, who was using Plato’s original)

Surely Not

Doctor Temperance called me today,
knock back the booze, chocky and chips,
she said, laconically,
it’s the new religion!
But what about peace, love,
and breathing,
I want those in excess,
I said, and
there ended the new gospel.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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To Be A Voice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Monday – Rouse


Photo:  MLK 1963, Washington march for Civil Rights.


“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”  Martin Luther King Jr.


To Be A Voice

As a child I heard your words
and did not know them,
later I could feel them,
roused as
one feels anything so powerful,
they pulsed,
lighting my fire
driving me on,
leaving no escape
nor hiding place,
other than to be a voice
in the same wilderness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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The Unknowing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon




“Until we accept the fact that life itself is founded in mystery, we shall learn nothing.”  Henry Miller

The Unknowing

that one doesn’t know
is the most profound moment,
like seeing through a window,
not to the other side
so much as to see
what was not seen before,
a complete unknowing of
everything and a turning
to the inner compass
awaiting stillness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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The Show Pony – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Photo: found on Pinterest

“The better you feel about yourself, the less you feel the need to show off.”  Robert Hand


The Show Pony

Clippity-clop, clippity-clop,
comes the show pony,
man, what a performance,
sighing, shifting,
surely not drawing attention,
disagreeably terse,
momentarily incomunicado,
pouting, shifting, drifting,
back again,
unrelated, off-topic,
every subject an expert,
eyes averted,
machine-gun style,
embarrassed laughter,
looking for approval,
sharing anger uninvited,
we simply listened,
and held you

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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As Love Awakens – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Friday – Decorated

“The henna on her hand, smells of his love.”  Lonely Bear


Photo: found at


As Love Awakens

To waken
where she’s always wakened,
just once more, before
her beloved enfolds her in his world,
the smells and sensation of this
moment will last long into memory,
the henna carrying more than its sum,
a cipher for waiting and longing
and pointing to a tear
that rends the heart, just as
it promises adventure,
soon the paste will dry,
it will fade and blur,
but not her love, her love
decorates her heart,
her love will shine
as she awakens.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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