Monthly Archives: December 2020

Unquenchable – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” C.S. Lewis


this song on my lips,
the jive in my hips,
a line of thought,
an idea, at once authentic,
the very vision of reality,
a fork in the trail,
opening a way through the
deliberate hiddenness of
our deepest self, who waits
for this moment to sing
and dance the life trail
from the voice of my heart.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Dare I Look Forward – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: painting by Duy Huynh – ‘Time Flies With Strings Attached’ found at

“You will never ‘find’ time for anything. If you want time, you must make it.” Charles Buxton

Dare I Look Forward?

A hundred years passed in an hour,
dare I look forward to another
while the day empties of its hours
as the moon begins its vigil.

Dare I look forward to another,
even now remaining passive
as the moon begins its vigil
of silvered light over my brow.

Even now remaining passive
in the face off a new language,
of silvered light over my brow,
making strange the words spoken.

In the face of a new language,
while the day empties of its hours,
making strange the words spoken,
a hundred years passed in an hour.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Rituals – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“…. by participating in a ritual, participating in the myth, you are being, as it were, put in accord with that wisdom, which is the wisdom inherent within you anyhow. Your consciousness is being re-minded of the wisdom of your own life. I think ritual is terribly important.” Joseph Campbell


The sacred rituals of my day
arise with some herbal tea and 
a greeting of some feathered friends
while garden wandering to rejoice in
yesterdays hard, loving work,
a meal to prepare with tender
zen-like intention with each move,
then stilling down at days end,
ancient viviers, wine in hand,
recounting the day's treasures,
storing them in each other to
savour and sift at leisure, these 
are the sacred rituals of my day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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To No Avail – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Pouring out a libation.

“The original definition of sacrifice moves more inwardly. It means to give up what no longer works.” Mark Nepo

To No Avail

With every possible sacrifice
I made supplication at your door,
as if to all the gods and spirits
who might intervene should be
summoned for not a little redemption
at the drop of a hat thrown to the 
wind as to caution, a libation 
poured out for everything I had
pursued down lanes and alleys
to no avail.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Failing To See – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“We wake if we ever wake at all, to mystery, to rumours of death, beauty, violence ….” Annie Dillard

Failing To See

When did mystery become anxious
that it needed something by way of
self-denial to be acceptable, and who
decided to strip you naked that we 
might see you clearly through the
murky mist of time, and ponder
your meanings. Did we need to 
break down your door, claiming 
your space as our own, becoming
so familiar as to have no illusions,
failing to see how our thirst for 
certainty becomes a cabinet filled
with conclusions which has emptied
us of longing.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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I Heard An Echo – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The only real radicalism in out time will come as it always has – from people who insist on thinking for themselves.” Christopher Hitchens

I Heard An Echo

I heard an echo,
we were talking about the old days 
which were neither here nor there,
just indifferent to moral pigeons
holed up in some minds making
meaning from loosely connected
thoughts often called memories,
which had lost their way in the
construction of truth and broken
loose to free-range as experience,
rather than surrender to become
caged convictions.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Swimming – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“The greatest danger in times of turbulence is not the turbulence; it is to act with yesterday’s logic.” Peter Drucker


It's hard swimming against the
title fight of culture, so many 
stop signs and no go zones,
just the coup de gras, a tragic
K O to box cutters, where
thoughts are herded and 
trapped, taped and wrapped,
no light to entertain a view,
other than a room with no 
room, just praying for some
silverfish to tunnel us out of
this closed space that constricts
my independent thought of
throwing everything to the
wind and just letting go
to the centre of pure joy,
where I can swim with 
such ease as to not care
about who cares about
the things that just don't
matter anymore.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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The Question – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to se me.” Ralph Ellison

The Question

When did someone last 
speak to you in sounds of love,
with eyes of invitation
and tones of welcome
that broke the dam of your
invisibility that overwhelms,
when did you last tell your 
story outside of yourself to
a world of someone who
listened to your deep?

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Where Fish Swim – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“It’s pretty clear now that what looked like it might have been some kind of counterculture is, in reality, just the plain old chaos of undifferentiated chaos.” Jerry Garcia

Where Fish Swim

Let's go from here and explore along
where fish swim through trees and
birds fly with ease deep underneath,
delighting in nightingale songs and
the loud silence of earthworms,
who alone can move mountains yet
go unnoticed though they are giants,
then fly a kite in a starfish bowl,
O how we mock ourselves under 
nature's forgiving gaze, that we could
even begin to imagine an ordered life,
where everything is inside out and
upside down and round again,
we must simply live into that one
electric, platypus moment knowing
that there is no other.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Slanted Days – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“Time is an illusion.” Albert Einstein

Slanted Days

Some days time goes slant,
doing its own most peculiar thing,
upending the laws of physics,
placing me parallel unseen where,
somedays I am beside myself
dancing demented under a
lathering, metronomic pulse,
while there are other days, where
I am warped down in a distorted
sound yawn, like swimming in
hypnosis, a treacled meditation,
wandering me along my way,
some days are just slanted.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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