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Escher’s Child – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Escher’s Child

Escher’s child
was all complete
white picket fence
and garden so,
no time for disorder
or disjunction of sense,
the stairs went up
and not about
six hundred and forty-two
and a plant atop,
fathers view was slant,
of course,
but Gladys knew
it went right up.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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We Will -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Compassion – VJs Weekly Challenge

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We Will

Rest on my heart which beats as yours
I sense the precipice on which you stand
and have stood there
as others have stood
time and again,
let me weep with your weeping
I am already washed in your flow
as you have been in mine,
rest on my shoulder as I rest on yours
and, take my hand
as I take yours
together
we will
step back and
begin again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Never Still – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

In-Between – VJs Weekly Challenge

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Never Still

The impasse is my own
a junction of life,
my path,
a familiar and worn shoe
now uncomfortable to wear
in some ways and yet,
well, not entirely so,
but all those yesterdays
completely true
though now, while
still with no regret
a Sense of why?
But it is what it is,
what it was as now,
I’ve always been in the in-between
yet never still.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Bunyah Man -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: abc.net.au Bunyah the farm where Les Murray one of Australia’s best known poets grew up as a child and returned as an adult many years later. A place that deeply influenced his poetry.

 

Bunyah Man

Taree was your last breath
so hard to think of a national treasure
dying ordinary in a nursing home,
what with thirty volumes
and a string of awards,
but now you’re gone,
ashes to ashes
dust to dust with
echoes of Bunyah
the Sydney Push,
conservative nomad
with ears to the ground,
a voice for the little person
and regard for the land,
the Queen’s gold medal
with just a little fame
you were large in life
and in name,
now you’re gone,
but your words remain.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Oneness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See? – Willow Poetry

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Oneness

The empyrean realm,
that meeting of
divine and other,
the fundament of love
which transcends
the ache of power
for unity,
that debris
of history,
to a selfless
creative
oneness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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I Burned – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do YouSee? Willow Poetry

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I Burned

I dreamt you lightening bird
twice you came to me
in the night
and I burned while
flames danced at my window
and you crackled
when I stroked your hair.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: The Lightening Bird is a mythological bird that was believed to be able to call down thunder and lightening (African mythology – Zulu and other peoples).

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That I Should Leave – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Farewells – VJs Weekly Challenge

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That I Should Leave

That I should leave
what is that,
what might it mean?
Do the stars object
or rivers cease their endless flow?
Does the curlew falter in mid call
or the dingo offer a song?
It is a quirk
that life goes on
though not indifferent
to the leaving,
for to leave is to never go,
and to go is to never leave.
In a leaving nothing is lost,
rather,
all is re-membered
for we are ever present
to where
and in who we grow.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Misplaced – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Theologians may quarrel, but the mystics of the world speak the same language.”  
Meister Eckhart

 

Misplaced

A medieval babel
we built the cloister as if to reach heaven,
high and lofty
grand as a statement of our
misplaced devotion,
realising too late
that there is nothing big enough to catch,
let alone contain,
that which we call God
who dwells in much humbler
less rational cathedrals.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Loved – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Polish – VJs Weekly Challenge

 

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Loved

The rugged sandstone fell in chunks
fragmenting in the river below
a millennia past,
and though nothing happened for a time,
or so it seemed,
the stone surrendered to the water
who loved the stone
to an external beauty
that belied its inner strength.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Such Adventures – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Such Adventures

Just this once
he’d walked instead of the bus,
his mind a whirl
since, and ungraciously,
clearing out the spare room,
being immediately distracted
by so much past
but especially, most especially,
his temporarily forgotten
dog-eared and yellowed
‘Tales of Worthington’,
of derring-do
and worlds beyond worlds.
He sighed,
such adventures,
as he rounded the corner
into Brink street
past the old familiar
wasteland of the mill,
he felt drawn to have a look
and before he could find a way in,
he was somehow
already overlooking the wall,
as a ladder of no ordinary type
had appeared and swept him up,
and there it was,
Worthington’s Worlds, all majestic
just as he’d imagined,
and, in the next moment,
as he moved forward
he wondered if Mabel would miss him.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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