Monthly Archives: November 2020

To Feel Again – a Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Kim is hosting Haibun Monday, inviting us to to write about our sense of wonder. dVerse Poets – Haibun Monday

Photo: Grass Tree (Xanthorrhoea), State forest, Mundaring.

“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.” John Burroughs

To Feel Again

Here in this place there is a sense of hope. To feel nature making her own way with a lush offering is a sensual privilege, to see to touch, to feel, to taste. The divinest of lovers. She is there, waiting, unmarried, mistress to no one. Waiting for all to come and sit alongside her charming soothe.

There is life in this place like no other. Even in that rotting humous, especially there, there is an abundance of life bursting before my eyes. Even in the dry rustling carpet, tenants and squatters alike come to feast, to produce life and to surrender it.

This is a place to be, just that, to be, to feel again, to be me, to be one of, one with, this crowd. Here I can connect, be grounded once more.

Where the grass tree grows
comes spring looking at me
I fly like feathers

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under awareness, bush walking, Country, Haibun, Haiku, nature, quote

Beyond – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: State Forest, Mundaring.

“If you go into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything.” Alan Watts


The forest edges to newness and I want to 
run into it, roll, sit, walk stand in it,
embody the quiet growth as the dry 
relinquishes to life renewed, breathing
after breath too long held, to fill my 
senses to an ecstasy beyond the big O
as every sound, smell and sensation
rushes through my desiccated soul,
till finally, overcome, I want to sleep
with her silence.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under awareness, bush walking, Forest, Free Verse, life, passion, poem, quote, relationship, seasons

Those Lips – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“Language is wine upon the lips.” Virginia Woolf

Those Lips

She was well dictioned,
forming plummy,
always an O,
showing her 
framed so red,
but after five,
without words,
she spoke a very 
different language 
that blushed me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under erotic, Free Verse, life, passion, poem, quote

The Eve – Haiku by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting Meet The Bar and inviting us to write a death poem, Jisei – Haikai, Haiku, Tanka, Senryu, etc.

dVerse Poets – Meet The Bar – Jisei


“There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.” Beverly Sills

The koi are less lived
in my lotus dreams of night
the eve I long for

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under awareness, death, Haiku, life

Hung By Threads – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Intimacy

Photo: found on

“Real intimacy is a sacred experience.” John O’Donohue

Hung By Threads

We were sleek gazelles 
caught in the moment of spring,
drawn to sup the youthfulness
of our open, tender flesh,
mirrored in our eyes of lusted,
dilated caresses, dishevelled
electric pulses flushed on skin,
opening us to summered days
of trusted space and listened
moments so raw that we hung
by threads of breathless knowing
unborn of reason, and the once 
moist latch now open to the 
treasured feltness of heart,
bonded as healed wounds,
and vested in renewed seeing 
that we dared to share as we 
grazed the plains of intimacy
unafraid of lions.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under awareness, challenge, Free Verse, life, love, passion, poem, quote, relationship

Held – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Poetics and has invited us to write about eyes.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Look Into My Eyes


“Tears are the silent language of grief.” Voltaire


I offered a word of unction as
soothe in the hard litany of life's
steal of breath that you held in
that moment of discordant caverns
and clawed violins as the world 
slipped over its own edge,
and your eyes declared a pulsing
reach of heart that awakened
in a welling of bearing held
between us in a knowing,
sharing, through solitary to a
lifting connect, diminishing the
awful theft of happiness, 
a restorative without need of 
voice, just deep eye-felt

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under awareness, Free Verse, grief, life, love, poem, quote

The Possibility Of Her – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse, De is hosting the Quadrille ( a poem of 44 words) using the word or any of its forms – possibility. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Possibility


“Life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream.” Alfred de Musset

The Possibility Of Her

Carefully crafted, she was a
composite of every fiction,
his pulse quickened,
anticipating the possibility of
her arrival, the creaking door
announcing her, now hovering,
conversing only in tongues,
his tortured lips in flames,
he woke, lost in a fug
as the door creaked.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under dreams, Free Verse, love, passion, poem, Quadrille, quote

The Sea Of Stuff – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The nightmare of materialism, which has turned the life of the universe into an evil, useless game, is not yet past; it holds the awakening soul still in its grip.” Wassily Kandinsky

The Sea Of Stuff

To have is to drown in a sea of grasp,
like a pearl diver, weighting for the
deeper dive into mortality, driven by
addiction to the elusive hope that the
future past is more real than being
in the brevity of this present moment,
looking for meaning in the shifting 
shadows of the masquerade for which
we create the most elaborate fictions
for ourselves in metrics of the inanimate,
while our centre holds to true happiness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under awareness, Free Verse, identity, life, poem, quote

A Lightness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.” Bob Dylan

A Lightness

Just to savour rather than capture,
to look rather than touch,
holding in the heart of the mind
a whist of chameleon memory
coloured by fragments of moments,
new insights from old feelings,
like clouds, not one the same,
in an ever present paradox of sky,
just to hold without holding,
a lightness where thoughts are
free to please as they come and go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under awareness, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, quote

In The Crush – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting Open Link Night, when we post our own choice of poem.

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night


“The years are too short, the days are too long.” Joseph Heller

In The Crush

The day's tide elongated my hours
like thick, slow squeezed lemon,
the juice of a day in the crush of
a hand now flexed and dripping.

Like thick, slow squeezed lemon
with a mess of acid citrus down,
a hand now flexed and dripping
so much a tap of flowing water.

With a mess of acid citrus down,
the day simply drizzled along,
so much a tap of flowing river
along the moments so tart and,

The day simply drizzled along,
the juice of a day in a crush of,
along the moments so tart and,
the day's tide elongated my hours.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, Pantoum, poem, quote