Monthly Archives: January 2022

If A Day Can Be – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted.” John Lennon

If A Day Can Be 

If a day can be, then just let it be,
let it evolve without synthetic control,
without saccharine precision or that
timetabled conscience ingrained,
the day is just a day, why force yourself
upon it for the sake of producing
something meaningful, that cold press
of identity that withers at sunset,
let the day just be.


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Can We? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: The remains of a railway worker’s house at Yellowdine.

“Sometimes the things you remember are more real than the things you see.” Arthur Golden

Can We?

I thought I remembered this place,
but my feelings were clouded and I
couldn't  recover what it was that 
I had expected of this moment, 
all vested in cherished memories now 
unrealised in the faces of strangers,
and changes everywhere interfering 
in my attempts to find connections,
and I asked myself once again,
can we ever go back?


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Time Box – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“These fragments I have shored against my ruins.” T.S. Eliot

Time Box

I don't know why I chose that box,
perhaps it quietly called me to an
opening as a siren calls to ships,
I slit the tape and pulled the flaps 
apart, so beginning an archeology,
unearthing and sifting the dry bones 
of meaning, curating the feelings of 
connection, wondering why parts
of a life were so important, might their
preservation be a holding of immortality,
a hope of transcendence; as I leafed 
yellowed pages and held incongruent 
objects I was flooded with a sense 
that all experiences come to an end,
and boxes of memoria are simply 
eulogies of grief for the passage
remembered.


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That Smile – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Form with an invitation to write a minute poem which consists of a narrative, rhymed, twelve lined poem of three quatrains based on a syllable system of 8.4.4.4.

dVerse Poets – Poetry Form – The Minute Poem

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“People should fall in love with their eyes closed.” Andy Warhol

That Smile

We aimed for bright turquoise roundels,
where nothing quells
love's long river,
ever giver

We found instead a yellowed sun
below such fun
of full embrace
revving the pace

Here nothing ever remains square
your wink my dare,
your gummy smile
I run a mile



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Whose Time Has Come – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: From acmstravel.com a view of the Whanganui River, NZ which in 2012 was recognised in NZ law as a natural entity with legal rights equivalent to humans. This followed on from the first landmark case in 2008 in Ecuador when the Vilcabama River was protected by granting it rights at law.

“Nature cannot be seen solely as a resource to be owned, exploited and profited from.” Suzanne Benally

Whose Time Has Come

Global never thinks local,
only to its own lusted desires,
but among the suited ties of
the mean sx landing barges
comes the conscienced 
resistance of the locals, 
whose time has come to speak
of cousins as rivers and trees,
whose rights are sacred and
who now wait to sue the suits
off miners who would euthanase 
every breath of life in an irony
of futures doomed.


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To Live – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting Poetics with an invitation to use a line (choice of eight lines) from a James Harrison poem as an epigraph.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Songs of Unreason

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“I don’t know what happens after death but I’ll have to chance it.” from ‘Desert Snow” by Jim Harrison

To Live

So many the schemes of fall,
whose tentacles sliver and snare
the unwitting, hapless traveller 
looking for meaning, while 
insuring, forestalling, the one
dark door of mystery beyond 
all knowing, even of a simple 
kind, and whose edge dominates
even the philosopher's mind;
seeds fall and seasons process
down the hall of time, but I'll
not invest in any scheme,
the reveal can only be lived.


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Trace Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write using the word or any of its forms – Shiver.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Shiver

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“Give me excess of it; that surfeiting. That appetite may sicken and die.” William Shakespeare

Trace Me

Are you cold?
why?
You shivered so.
Ah, yes, it's that thing that you do.
What?
That thing you do.
O, that.
Yes, when your finger traces so
deliciously, tantalisingly across
that carnal vale, it shivers me so,
go on, trace me a shiver.


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To Listen – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Sound is incredibly important.” Gordon Hempton

To Listen

Can you hear what you see,
are you hearing what is before you,
are your eyes catching sounds
in this ever visual world where
vision becomes statement,
dangled enticingly as empty 
promise, an aspirated nonsense
in a world of fools desiring gloss
over substance, when all we 
need to do is listen.


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The Question – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Curious things, habits.” Agatha Christie

The Question

Does it bring life,
this thing that you do,
the habit of a lifetime,
week in, week out, 
which has quietly 
formed so much of
who you are and your
understanding of the 
world and the meaning
of your being, without
even thinking about its
sum and parts, does it
bring life?


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Someone, Something, Somewhere – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“All choices are fraught with peril, but inaction is the most perilous of all.” Frewin Jones

Someone, Something, Somewhere

Sitting with our eyes closed in a dark mediation,
we're not painting slogans,
not marching or gathering,
we haven't written much at all,
no rallying call lingers on our lips,
just sitting, waiting, hoping
that someone or something,
somewhere, will cause a spark,
meanwhile we're
sitting with our eyes closed in a dark meditation.


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