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In The Wake – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Come Sail

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about boats of any type.

Photo: yours truly out on the Blackwood River

“The way of a canoe is the way of the wilderness, freedom almost forgotten.” Sigurd F. Olson

In The Wake

The dolphins are laughing
while the grebe casts a wary eye
as I cut a swathe through Neptunes land,
gently gouging the surface
my shoulders sway as the double-ended
paddle crosses over, slicing the 
grey-green expanse, forcing it
against itself as a passage of time
in the wake of all that is.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Our Very Words – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Lofty – RDP Tuesday

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Photo: peoplesriverhistory.us. Artist Wes Modes sailed this recreated 1940s shanty boat down the Tennessee River in 2016 as part of the project – ‘A Secret History Of American River People’

 

Beware the echo-chamber!

 

Our Very Words

We named her SS Egalitarian,
fuelled her with libertarian spirit
and collectively manoeuvred along the river
wisely steering round the rocks of despair,
avoiding log-jams upstream,
keeping to ourselves, naturally
no boarders here
our company pure,
ideologically speaking of course,
untainted, ideal,
and though we steered so well
navigating this river of life,
the skin of her hull
our very words in fact,
ran out, and the
democracy of the river poured in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Pulling Together – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sick – RDP Saturday

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Photo: pixabay.com

Pulling Together

The sails heaved and strained in
a great wind for sailing,
the masts bending
as the ship rolled and pitched,
block and tackle groaning,
yards creaking under pressure,
salty spittle feathering our faces
flavouring our way,
while derisive gulls
taunted our progress,
some of the crew took to the sides
disgorging their innards,
well, some days are like that
on HMS Life,
even when all is plain sailing
there are still things that can
really make you sick,
what helped us make it through
was all pulling together.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Taking Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: pixabay.com

 

Taking Time

I looked back towards the horizon
and I measured by heart
the distance traveled,
once, I craved the everything beyond
devouring places in the wake of drive,
now I savour where I’ve been
and the who of many conversations,
we lost a few along the way
raising the tide with a tear or two,
days past there was no rest
we moored for little
yet, curious, we delved for a while,
more often on the move
we compassed the globe and tore about
even now we’re far from still
but the harbour is inviting now
where I desire to be moored,
with long tables
in languid time
where words are shared
and never consumed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: warp can refer to the weave of a rope, but it can also mean the art of mooring a boat using rope.

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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You Lie – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See?

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You Lie

You want me
to lie down with you
in that watery grave.
but you lie to me of
such voluptuary,
with naked invitation
and I am so tempted
save for the deafness of steel,
this wall between your song
and my uncertainty.
For now
I’m content to savour your gifts
and I shall dream of you more,
tonight.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,  pvcann.com

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Knowing

Fathom – Word of the Day

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Photo: pexels.com

 

Knowing

If I could kedge your mysterious depths,
that I might navigate safely,
the channels of emotion
that course our veins,
and so, not risk the reefs of disappointment
and wreckage of love.
To fathom your feelings,
to know for sure,
that I am yours.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Kedging is the old art of guiding a sailing ship into bays and channels using a longboat to row ahead and plot a safe course and drop an anchor allowing the ship to pull itself against the anchor and move the course safely. It helped many a tall ship avoid running aground, or hitting a reef. The method is also used to rescue ships that ran aground, technically using the anchor as a lever to pull against, thus setting the ship free.

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Paul,

pvcann.com

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Our Beautiful Storm

dVerse – Quadrille Monday

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Photo: pexels.com

 

Our Beautiful Storm

Warm as the night was
you shivered as I drew you closer,
and we descended into a maelstrom,
waves washing over us,
so fierce,
yet so gentle.
Carefully we chartered a course
and found a safe harbour,
devouring our storm,
now utterly spent,
sated.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Confession

Torment – Word of the Day

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Confession

Just a glimpse of you
caused an ache
as if I were stretched upon
an Inquisition rack.
Equally, I did not resist,
instead I confessed your name
that I might be in your presence,
to have,
to hold,
and melt into once more.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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The SS Integrity Adrift

Rectitude – Word of the Day

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Photo: http://www.dailymail.co.uk

Four Mexican fishermen who were adrift for one month, rescued by Mexican navy 1,200 miles from their planned route.

 

The SS Integrity Adrift

Eagerly we motored out and pushed beyond the heads,
to way past any sight of land,
to where the fish are known.
At some point,
too early,
the light became constrained.
As darkness pressed our souls,
confused,
we turned for home.
And if that wasn’t enough,
someone said in panicked tone
“We’re taking water now.”
And so began committee time,
clause by clause a values game,
what should we throw out?
So went the rods and then the bait,
a tackle box or two.
desperately  we ate our lunch
and skulled the beer down,
whatever helped us float.
Eventually we plugged the hole and bailed dry,
but now which way to go?
“Dunno mate” larconically said,
“We’ve thrown the compass out.”
We took turns to steer the night
so sleep could claim a few.
But when at last the sun appeared
despair set in,
home was nowhere near.
To make it worse the fuel ran out,
but at least the shore was close.
We paddled hard with all our might,
the current pushing hard,
though hard we tried the boat gave up,
and land was passing by.
Tired now,
our hearts and boat are one.
But to understand what’s happened here
you’ll have to catch my drift.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Wooden Bream

Awkward – Word of the Day

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Now that’s definitely awkward! Augusta tour boat jetty, with the Blackwood River riding high after heavy winter rains.

 

Wooden Bream

The evening light is dim,
and the tide betwixt,
swash, swash, swash,
lapping the timber sides
in rhythmic beat.
There’s a sole light with courting moths,
and shadows are moving about.
It’s deeper further along,
and the pros are casting there.
We’re at the shallow end,
the beginners place.
I set my rod,
the rig is ready,
bait set and the line is cast.
Then in it comes,
zzzzzzzzzzzz
an angler’s hazzard appears,
an inedible blowie.
Father demands a turn,
the rig is ready,
bait set and the line is cast,
and then it strains,
his excitement mounts.
He yells, “I’ve got one!”
The pros all turn,
“this must be good.”
But I cut the line,
his catch is inedible too,
a wooden bream.
“Dad, you’ve hooked the jetty.”

©Paul Cannon

This poem is a true story, one of my childhood memories. Black Bream is species of fish found in the Swan river, it is said that they are cunning and wily and hard to catch.

 

Paul,
pvcann.com

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