Monthly Archives: August 2020

That Rouge Of Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“How many passions cling to this wanderer’s sleeves?” Ikkyuu

That Rouge Of Love

Amidst the pale blossom wild
you were everywhere I looked 
without looking at all when you
appeared in my jolted awareness,
where I had been waiting, though
not for you or so I thought and 
here was not the place of my dream,
we were not, and yet we were, 
there, across the bustle of the crowd,
inseparable, enjoined by the thread 
of destiny, that rouge of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Startled – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” Rumi

Startled

I was suddenly possessed by
what had been spoken and just
as suddenly feeling that I was 
complete, whole, floating in a
warm sea of shifting thoughts
so rare, slipping through those 
layers gently truthful and
hidden in her inner landscape,
where I sleep a different sense
startled by her beauty.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Her Scarf – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Smell

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“The pain passes, but the beauty remains.” Pierre August Renoir

Her Scarf

He heard nothing,
not the car doors or
murmurs of the gathered,
or the city swirling past,
how could he when this
day had come in spite
of his standing hard fast
against it as folly in a 
paper boat in a wild 
and raging sea,
his sail her scarf, an
amulet of what had been,
it was enough,
just the smell of her
would help him through
this darkened hour
that spoke of endings,
he felt her smile and 
sailed forth as 
the priest intoned not
knowing that the horizon
was not an edge.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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She – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.” Frida Kahlo

She

She had given of herself in a longitude
of fertile generosity wide,
though not yet the best of her,
for something felt stirs at 
her very core unleashed,
but time has dimmed her memory
now leaden with struggles past,
of the glories of her youth where
she learned to conquer the world
and make it shine.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Very Fruit – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Rosemarie at dVerse has invited us to write a poem using the word wheat, or any of its derivatives. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Wheat

Photo: wa.gov.au Combine harvester working a wheat paddock in Western Australia.

“In the very end of harvest, scarcity and want shall shun you; Cere’s blessing so is on you.” Ceres – ‘The Tempest’ Act 1V Scene 1 – William Shakespeare

The Very Fruit

Mungo hummed a tune as he circled
the paddock in steely revolutions,
a sacrifice to the gods as the
whirling blades cut swathe after
swathe of golden denison, 
the very fruit of Ceres hips,
sown broad in ripe April's arms
detined to crust his lips
with loaf and brew along
that old Friday fertility rite,
and Mungo hummed a tune.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Notes: 
Denison is a wheat strain used in parts of W.A.
Ceres is the Roman goddess of the growth of food plants. 

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This Pathology – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Nothing is ever certain.” Alice Sebold

This Pathology

What is a lie and when is it?
If it remains unspoken 
is it a lie at all or just a secret
waiting to be told some day
with a passion devoid of facts?
Or is a lie more an avoidance,
a denial of responsibility that a
face may be saved to preserve a
difficult truth framed by shame?
Once the path is well worn
it becomes ever so familiar,
like an old shoe or a friend,
this pathology of gilded words
of virtue untruthed,
where will it end?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“There’s a constant tension in climbing, and really all exploration, between pushing yourself into the unknown but trying not to push too far. The best any of us can do is tread that line carefully.” Alex Honnold

Nothing

I'm not entirely certain of the day,
but I know it began long ago
when I descended the valley straight
and began to climb my towering life,
each step shedding some load while
gaining expectations in my stead,
longing, longing for the top,
seeking for a vision,
holding my cool,
until at long last I arrived,
with nothing to see and 
nothing to do,
relief flooded through me,
and then a silence so profound,
a lightness of everything
I carried back to the ground.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Off The Rails – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – What A sight

Photo: Old rail line near Bonnie Rock

“Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.” Lin Yutang

Off The Rails

What a sight this happenchance,
no more the corporate sea of
smoke and steam or voices echoing 
through this once vale of life in
this distant place of hardships
now erased as nature grips the
demons of steel by the throat,
all the while laughing at the thought
of progress in a place so fragile
where life so quickly goes
off the rails.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Shouting Underwater – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Linda at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night where ewe are invited to post a poem of choice. dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“Any government that places profit before people is pure evil.” Suzy Kassem

Shouting Underwater

Those babble mouths,
always a crooked apologia for
crack cocaine capitalism's
endemic asset stripping
dealers who're always
powdering their own noses,
yet always the stench of decay
seeps through everywhere,
gaslighting the streets,
curbing panaceas
left, right and centre,
and I feel as if I'm
on fire and shouting
underwater.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Surely – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“You should never let your fears prevent you from doing what you know is right.” Aung San Suu Kyi

Surely

Surely, to be authentic is to 
know our imperfections and
to know that we are less than
the sum of our public persona,
that our pixels blur when no
one is looking at us, but
does that diminish us in
any way, does that prevent us
from speaking the truth to 
power in the public square?
Surely the one who has
lived their mistakes is the 
one with a voice to share?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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