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I Remember – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – The Beach

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I Remember

When I have whelved all my thoughts to the
point that I dwell in anomia
I go to the edge to listen to the wind calling,
while the water caresses,
and I remember your laughter.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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You Really Shouldn’t -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Voices

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You Really Shouldn’t

Nurturing the pain and stealing
jealous moments I cruise the depths
of my darkness, but you just laughed
and you really shouldn’t have because
the voices in my head don’t like that.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Folded Resistance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Language – VJs Weekly Challenge

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Folded Resistance

The folded resistance of your arms
speaks a volume loud enough for
my eyes to hear,
a clear signal of
your fullness,
there is no room for
my confection of words that
in yesterday’s moods
were understood,
floating so lightly
now leaden,
grasping,
sinking.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Dignity Reclaimed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Reclaim – VJs Weekly Challenge

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Photo: Bunbury Wetlands, some kind soul had waded into the shallows to extract this shopping trolley which was rusting and missing some of its sides. Every year when the water level drops the Friends of the wetlands go in and remove the rubbish dumped there.

 

 

Dignity Reclaimed

As summer wore on
the lake became brazen
shedding her cloak,
naked,
desperate,
revealing her blemishes and scars
symbols of modern decline,
cans, bags, and a shopping trolley,
a cage of slavery now enslaved
encrusted and rusted,
yet easily excised,
and the lake,
her dignity reclaimed
by winter’s refreshing rains.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Spiced With Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Potluck – In Other Words

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Photo provided by Patricia’s Place

 

Spiced With Love

We had a little gathering from all along our street,
a Bob, a Jane or two, a Susan, James and more,
all placed a gift or three in our communal pot,
from generosity to empathy and listening stirred right in,
while some so very carefully spiced it with their love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Rouge Desire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Alchemy with Laurie Lee

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“That first long secret drink of golden fire, juice of those valleys and of that time, wine of the wild orchards, of russet summer, of plump red apples, and Rosie’s burning cheeks. Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again.”    ‘Cider With Rosie’ by Laurie Lee

The challenge by Laura Bloomsbury of dVerse Poets is to take a piece of prose by Laurie Lee and work it into a poem.

 

Rouge Desire

I drank of you that secret drink,
that juice of wild valleys
that moistened your ruby lips
of apple red seduction.

I sat with you in those russet hallways
of sun marked scapes of wonder,
and counted cotton candy clouds
that sugared us with joy.

Memories like clocks who ever know
how we loved each other like a
baroque lilting of romantic flow,
never scrumpy, always smooth as wine.

Your golden haired hypnotic dazzle
unforgettable in all eyes of seeing,
your fiery cheeks like rouge desire
for a love delighting in its time.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Invitation – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Subtle – VJs Weekly Challenge 54

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Invitation

Days passed
as sly glances became overt
with no response,
though no overture was proffered
she dallied by the lift
and waited by the copier,
he was oblivious
until that one day
she lingered in the cafe,
sat next to him, and
hit him with an invitation
written on her face.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Of Promise – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet Jackie Hulbert

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Art Work: Jackie Hurlbert by permission, via dVerse Poets and Linda Lee Lyberg.

 

Of Promise

She, as many do,
was moving through the doors
of her life and not with ease
so much as a quiet confidence
that was easily torn at the edges
when things went wrong,
and, of course,
too quickly for it to be true
she would blame herself
often referring to a multitude
of lack by some
meaningless comparison;
she was puzzled at how others
would affirm her creative zest
and her beauty,
but when she looked in the mirror
she only saw and ordinary woman
with messy hair,
where others saw
a beautiful, wild garden
of promise.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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We Never Even Noticed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See?

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Image provided by Willow Poetry

 

We Never Even Noticed

How we solaced in the truths of our elders,
to hold to pristine shibboleths of hollow ground
that all was hallowed in a superstition
of moralised purity,
that we promptly set in stone,
and there we held you in mawkish admiration
so unfounded, somehow projected,
believing that you held us too
because we were so good at our own game
given to saccharine views of life,
there we were, fulminating righteous wrath
against love itself
the very given of nurture,
and we called on your name as talisman
without so much as a fibre of authenticity
preferring indulgent expectation
dressed and redolent in disconnect,
and you, imprisoned in your architrave,
looked on in sorrow and wept
in your powerless state where
our dogmas kept you,
yet you dared to ask from your eyrie
disturbing our common good,
What moved us or
how did we reach into the pain of neighbour?
Indignant silence was
followed by sanctimonious justification.
Your loud shout of anguish rent the air
then a mighty crack
as you effaced in surrendered humility,
recognising our inability to be aware
so selfishly content that
love was adulterated,
poisoned,
defunct,
perpetually crucified,
and we never even noticed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Lines They See – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Anomaly – VJs Weekly Challenge

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The Lines They See

I leaned against a friend the other day,
they shook their leaves in welcome
though it may have been the breeze,
and we looked out at all before us and
noticed how people seemed to love
variety and creativity,
yet lived stultified in a gridded lock
like a mangled paste tube
all squeezed out,
with nothing left but
lines to follow in fruitless purchase
of who knows what,
frowning on those who live outside
the lines they see,
not realising that the
irregularities they fear to indulge
are in truth,
the very life that nurtures.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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