Monthly Archives: October 2020

He Knew – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“We can always begin again.” Sharon Salzberg

He Knew

He closed his eyes watching
the heavy laden dark cloud,
he knew it would rain down
drowning torrents in his heart,
only this time he refused to 
barricade and resist waiting
for the first trickle to knock,
so he opened the door and
took strength in surrender.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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She Went Deep – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Frost


“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” John Steinbeck

She Went Deep

She went deep, 
so deep that she opened the door 
of summer's heat to winter's cool
in a flash of such interior calm that
time slowed down a pulse of almost
nil and a half where the externals 
were clear for the first time and
she slipped away inside, distilling
everything to an unsurpassable 
peace of body held as she withdrew
the world from her heart under a 
canopy of frost so cool, the heat of 
life could not seduce and melt her.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Out Of Tilt – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to use the word folly. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Folly


“When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?” (Cervantes) Don Quixote

Out Of Tilt

His mind ran away to the theatre,
building castles of straw,
a distress of damsels in every scene,
he had that quixotic bent,
always out of tilt in the real,
lunging babble-mouthed in a 
folly of mealy jousts unrequited,
she always smiled as she evaporated.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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The Keening – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

Frank at dVerse is hosting Haibun Monday and the theme is Happy Halloween. dVerse Poets – Haibun – Happy Halloween


“I can see lights in the distance trembling in the dark cloak of night. Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing a waltz on All Souls Night.” Lorena Mckennitt

The Keening

Moving, yet completely still within herself as night pressed in gently around her, she stopped in a felt moment and stood in what seemed a right place of heart. Her bare feet connecting the hallowed ground, she raised her arms to the stars and danced in saintly solace, this way and that. She keened for love departed, for all her loves departed. She keened for the unknown. As the stars passed her voice softened to a love song, for all the faces now present as she had re-membered them. Her eyes opened with morning warmth and a garland of dew.

Hidden beyond stars
love remembered in thinness
as lotus shines.

 ©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: the ancient Celts always believed that the spirit world interacted in special moments in "thin" places, the place between the secular and the spirit world was thin, touchable, knowable. Most often these thin places were in groves. Celtic Christians carried this into their own theological world view.                                                                                                                                                                                 


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Silently – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Whispers are often thunderous.” Richard Smyth


You silently sang those words of whisper
that coursed the stars and penetrated my
heart with such a gentle violence of love
that disordered my clever words with a
liminal combustion, sparking a new
direction beyond the order of my chaos
and by which I am now composed of 
questions that stir my very essence.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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That Time Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.” Frederic Lawrence Knowles

That Time Again

Tilt for tat,
the ground shifted so,
it was that time again when
moon put on her evening wear
and danced a little anticipation
of solstice in advent of summer's
welcome return to evenings of 
wine and stars on cicada wings,
and thermal balm as love floated
so gauche with seasoned knowing.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Rumbling – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Peter at dVerse is hosting Meeting The Bar and his invitation is to write a poem based around sounds.

dVerse Poets- Meeting The Bar – Let your words ring out


“I’ll have what she’s having” (cafe patron played by Estelle Reiner) ‘When Harry Met Sally’


Stiletto staccato on platform five
invites leather soul antiphon, an
echo of his quiet love quickening
her pulsing temple oblivious to 
the bustle of the milling crowd
passing in the shadows, 
oblivious to the hum in this nest
of hulking, clanking metallic beasts
whose breath shouts for presence,
aware only of reaching into each 
other with shivering groans,
the whole place rumbling as they
filled its emptiness, she smiled,
he was confused, he hadn't 
expected that train to come in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Look Closely – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Except

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“We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.” H.G. Wells

Look Closely

What of those ghosts of the past,
glory days as melancholy cast as
shadows passing as unbalanced
moments in which I have no need
to know if the future is real,
we are already here even as  time
is running backwards in parcels
of discovery towards what matters,
compelling images of the paradox 
of love unbalanced in swirls of
colour, except you really do have
to look closely in order to feel 
through the door to it all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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The Ordinary Real – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“Happiness is a matter of one’s most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.” Iris Murdoch

The Ordinary Real 

While grey is indifferently good,
pedestrian is plain brown ordinary
plodding through the periphery of my 
corpus, looking to be just a little red,
that hip colour of the lower order
of excitement that fools fall over by
instalments of promises that always
renege, until that vulnerable moment
of recognition that life is in the 
ordinary real.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Found You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting Quadrille (44 words) night.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Magnetic


“In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.” Maya Angelou

Found You

Of course, 
I drifted off at some point,
lost in the melodrama of
north, true north and 
magnetic north, which all 
seemed very northy to me,
a desperate invocation of
the obvious made darker,
instead, I set my compass 
to love and found you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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