Monthly Archives: May 2021

Stirred – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” Emily Dickinson

Stirred

Autumn stirred its breath which
stirred the air all around,
pausing a feather in my midst,
which I took from the space right
in front of me as it hovered so
lightly without burden, as a phrase
couched so beautifully in an 
invitation that seemed so tenuous,
and yet as strong as an ox in the
most delicate way, as ox feathers
can be in the moment of vulnerability,
that leads me a feeling of wanting
to fly on the air of hope.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon 
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I Wonder – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem around the word blue.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Blue Tuesday

Video: Shoalwater Bay looking west to Penguin Island.

“Between stimulus and response, there is a space. And in that space lies our power to choose. And in our choice lies our growth and freedom.” (attr) Victor Frankl

I Wonder 

Where sky collides with earth,
where oceans meet with clouds
in indecipherable moments,
a conversation easily irrupts,
translated between something 
grounded and something free,
I'm not always certain of the 
meaning but it doesn't seem to
matter, this convergence is
devoid of portent, words as
worlds so light, soft as night,
spoken in tones of translucent 
blue sounds that enfold me
and I wonder when I will return
beyond my between.

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Guilty Of Not Seeing – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse, Sanaa is hosting Prosery with an invitation to include a line by Rilke – “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely.”

Photo: survival.org.au

Guilty Of Not Seeing

The magpie lark returned to her nest with tidbits for all, and I was struck be her persistent nature, always, every morning, heading out of the nest looking for insects to feed her chicks. And on return to her little round castle, she is always greeted by four squawking mouths, all pleading, begging for a morsel. And, of course, here lies a metaphor so obvious, that the whole of humanity is at risk of falling into this same response, squawking at the government, agencies, not-for-profits, who should tend and feed the masses. And surely we are guilty, only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the centre of all things? guilty of not seeing that the author of life who is at the centre of everything. We are, perhaps, so busy pleading for dependency that we fail to see.

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Wanting Everything – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I believe that living on the edge, living in and through your fear, is the summit of life ….” John H. Johnson

Wanting Everything

There is always a price for a
life lived in fragments
between passion and pain,
and when the experience
leaves us ragged and drained,
we conspire to throw ourselves
back into the beginnings and
repeat the frustrating cycle,
rather than be relegated to
silence, wanting everything
to take shape, never stepping 
back, always to the brink,
desiring the crisis of possible
futures, never the still calm
or the disorienting ordinary,
never teetering, always 
confident on the edge.

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Monday’s Loaf – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“…. you really can’t guess just by looking whether a particular mould staring at you is good or bad.” Healthy Canning

Monday's Loaf

Monday's loaf,
soft and moist,
became Tuesday's toast,
became Wednesday's crumbs
for filling the feast of poultry,
but that last slice of two,
somewhat stiff and firm,
had just a tinge of blue.

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Towards Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise.” Oscar Wilde

Towards Love

Hope waited long,
until one day,
hope cried out in the
wilderness of life,
a singular sound, 
a solitary word,
exposing all that was stolen,
silencing the clamour of
desolation, until hope cried
even louder, calling to the 
very heart, opening the gate
through which we ran, ran 
towards the voice crying love.

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Trees Know – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: a ‘Red Gum’ which give off a dark red resin (which hopefully you can see down the middle of the tree) as if it were bleeding and pooling at its base.

“Friendship is a sheltering tree.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Trees Know

Resin bleeds slowly from the
wound in the heart, staining
its body and pooling at its feet
as life cast down and yet still
standing, full of life, resilient
in the face of threat, even 
death, showing that wounds 
carry their own healing. 
The tree spoke such wisdom 
to my gentle enquire, that I 
was left in silent awe for some
time, and on reflection 
understood that the tree 
knew my heart.

Copyright © 2021 Paul Vincent Cannon 
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The One Road – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Roads

Photo: the Great Central Road looking north -east to Warakurna.

“He who knows others is clever, he who knows himself has discernment.” Lao Tzu

The One Road

I've often wondered as life goes on,
if there are as many journeys as there 
are roads to take and, how does one
discern a road when the road runs out 
and the map is somewhat confused?
To love and be loved, to let go and to 
go, to know and not know, and to be
less judging of the self, trusting the 
one road, the interior road that knows.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Old Boat – a narrative poem – by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write using the narrative voice.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Exploring the Narrative Voice

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“…. it is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.” Edgar Lee Masters

The Old Boat

I creak and groan like an arthritic bone,
my timbers are brittle and fey,
and I'm uncertain of my future
but they are taking me once again
across the adventure of waters
that thrill my boards and fill my sheets
with risk and the trample of my deck,
and I wait for the sea to wash me clean
of all that human debris,
now this might be my last as my time
is well past, but I'd rather sink than
be scuttled on clay.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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In These Moments – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem using narrative voice.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Exploring the Narrative Voice

Photo: Shoalwater Bay, looking out west to Penguin Island a protected breeding ground for Little Penguins (the largest colony of Little Penguins in Western Australia).

“The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.” Michel de Montaigne

In These Moments 

My heart is weighted and I must move 
into an unknown without my crutches 
which are leaning against the balustrade 
of friendships that are a kindness to me;
however, this moment is mine alone if I
choose to embrace its ambiguous intrusion,
begging persistently for a decision that
can only arise through painstaking discernment
which will point me somewhere, just not here,
and hopefully not to the shore of illusions;
it is in these moments that I know I am
an island, yet not alone.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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