Monthly Archives: March 2021

She Walked Lightly – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting poetics with an invitation to write laundry poems.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Put Your Words On Spin Cycle

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“Abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behaviour.” Victor Frankl

She Walked Lightly

Slowly she emptied the white enamel 
reliquary of all that was his and, like a 
crow, she picked over the bones of his
cottoned life, stored memories lodged
deep in her body, the dissonance of
happiness and sadness washing over
her in one slow wave as the sun 
warmed and opened her to feelings
held tightly in her chest, now aired,
set free, at last she walked lightly 
back to the verandah for the first 
time since that day when everything 
closed in and nothing seemed normal.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Come Join Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun with an invitation to write about cherry blossoms.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Cherry Blossoms

Photo: Hans Braxmeier at pixabay.com

“To find yourself, think for yourself.” Socrates

Come Join Me

Going to hell in a handcart seems infinitely better than joining with the elite ignorance of those who presume they're on for a visit to the angel bar in the ether. How can it be that we tolerate the essence of ego over integrity, where is the authentic one, where the grounded reality? How is it that we have put a gun to the head of community, in pursuit of self-indulgence?

Of course, it is infinitely more valid if we charge a small fortune  for courses that enable wrong choices to look like someone else, someone who knows the mantra. Surely it is time to self-prune, to take stock and account for the present moment? Whatever your disposition, my handcart has plenty of room, so come join me on the road to the hell that is not really hell, it is not what you'd imagine, but then, the path to a constructed heaven is just an irony of marketing, so what have you got to lose?

An autumn pruning
safeguards generous spring 
cherry tree smiling

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Big Questions – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“…. identity is performatively constituted by the very ‘expressions’ that are said to be its results.” Judith Butler

The Big Questions

What are the narratives that matter most of all,
how do they form and shape our fragile lives,
and, when do we know ourselves as ourselves,
is fate our lot or, is fate a story about our lot.

How do they form and shape our fragile lives
these harbingers of unseen inner truths,
is fate our lot or, is fate a story about our lot,
what is it that we think we know of knowing.

These harbingers of unseen inner truths,
we must learn to live with what we have created,
what is it that we think we know of knowing,
is this the demise rooted in our blindness.

We must learn to live with what we have created,
and, when do we know ourselves as ourselves,
is this the demise rooted in our blindness,
what are the narratives that matter most of all?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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One Dog (Sasha) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Sasha, our beloved and unforgettable Dalmatian (she died six years ago).

“Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.” Orhan Pamuk

One Dog (Sasha)

We shared a language of love, none of it 
written, except deep in our being, and 
we knew our joys and disappointments, 
miscued expectations held in tension,
and those sad eyed looks accompanying 
disrupted routines, or the sense of betrayal
when visiting the vet; 
you hid from the thunder in out of way 
places and pined when we journeyed
without you, you pulled us on walks
and ran like a teen, even in your dotage,
you weathered the pain of ageing until
you lay down to rest;
but it's never just the stories or fun,
you are part of the family flesh a 
companion ever held in our circle of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Subtle Shades – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Peter is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to circular and repeating forms of poetry.

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Coming Full Circle

Photo: found at overnature.com

“I like the night. Without the dark we ‘d never see the stars.” Stephanie Meyer

Subtle Shades

Time carries a vulnerability within itself,
especially where night evolves the ground livens
in ways unlike the transparency of day,
where all is documentary for perception.

Especially where night evolves the ground livens,
all is mystery, or at the very least, uncertain,
where all is documentary for perception
of all that is unseen and released imagination.

All is mystery or at the very least uncertain,
less familiar in the subtle shades of shadow,
of all that is unseen and released imagination,
the things of darkness are so heartfelt.

Less familiar in the subtle shades of shadow,
in ways unlike the the transparency of day,
the things of darkness are so heartfelt,
time carries a vulnerability within itself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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It’s Only A Spider – poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Jake William Heckey on pixabay.com

“what is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.” Charles Addams

It's Only A Spider

As soon as you think it,
there it is, coefficient,
a leg too soon, all long
and furry, dangling down
from your hair, joined by 
others as you feel it move,
then see its body, its eyes,
along your furrow groove,
and you sit up in bed and
open your mouth with a
scream, but it bears no 
sense of your irrational 
theme and scuttles away
across the vast doona 
wilderness as you hunt
for its end, forgetting 
again, that it's only a 
spider. 

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Canvas – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write in response to painting titles. Of the five title choices I chose the first: “A Painter Without A Brush” by Gerhard Richter (2019)

dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Poet As Painter

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“Many painters are afraid of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the painter who dares and who has broken the spell of ‘you can’t’ once and for all.’ ” Vincent Van Gogh

The Canvas

The canvas stared at him long,
taunting him, daring him to move 
sans brush upon its surface,
he stared back smilingly happy,
slowly he undressed and rolled
up his shirt and soaked it in paint,
and frenzied it across the silent
canvas, all at once, fingers, arms,
legs, with every inch of body, he
kissed and caressed that canvas
with a language of colour rarely 
seen in any conversation or
heard on any palette of note.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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To Loose The Mooring – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Quadrille (44 words) inviting us to use the word or any of its forms – knot.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Knot





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“…. the great difficulty is to say yes to life.” James Baldwin

To Loose The Mooring

I just wanted to see what would happen,
to untie the knot and slip the hawser,
just to loose the mooring and see 
where the tide would take us,
to cast off from these predictable days,
life, sometimes it's in the letting go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Thoughts On A Decomposition – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at diverosa.com – a dead kangaroo on the roadside.

“If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture – that is immortality enough for me.” Edward Abbey

Thoughts On A Decomposition

Still, as dead today,
hide glistening in the sun,
unmoved by summer's 
straight glare, no more to 
roam this land now laid on 
this roadside bier for all to 
mourn tomorrow, as the days 
are counted and flesh and 
blood decompose into the 
hungered soil where nothing 
is ever lost, even immortalised, 
in the great giving back.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Where Are The Stories? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“And suddenly you know: it’s time to start something new and trust the magic of new beginnings.” Meister Eckhart

Where Are The Stories?

Where are the stories of your beginnings?
Do you know the place where they reside?
Are they black and white or many colours?
Where do the go late into the night?

Do you know the place where they reside?
Surely they are sacred treasures of heart,
where do they go late into the night
when all is quiet in the shining darkness?

Surely they are sacred treasures of heart
so neatly scattered in chaotic patterns,
when all is quiet in the shining darkness,
except the loud constellations of love.

So neatly scattered in chaotic patterns,
are they black and white or many colours?
Except the loud constellations of love,
where are the stories of your beginnings?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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