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Her Scarf – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Smell

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“The pain passes, but the beauty remains.” Pierre August Renoir

Her Scarf

He heard nothing,
not the car doors or
murmurs of the gathered,
or the city swirling past,
how could he when this
day had come in spite
of his standing hard fast
against it as folly in a 
paper boat in a wild 
and raging sea,
his sail her scarf, an
amulet of what had been,
it was enough,
just the smell of her
would help him through
this darkened hour
that spoke of endings,
he felt her smile and 
sailed forth as 
the priest intoned not
knowing that the horizon
was not an edge.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Held You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Monday – Pinnacle

Photo: climber Alison Hargreaves, found on Pinterest.

I have written about Hargreaves before, a haunting story of courage and accomplishment and death. Tragically her son Tom died climbing in 1919.

“And if you are given two options, take the harder one because you’ll regret it if you don’t.” Alison Hargreaves

Held You

The pinnacles of Peak gritstone
enticed you to claim their craggy faces
week after week until you were ready
for the most audacious exploits 
of Eiger and Everest,
their foreboding reputations surrendered
to your determination and courage,
except the last, as it came to be,
when instead, K2 jealously claimed you
for itself, reluctant to let you go,
and, for a time, held you in its icy maw
as honour to your craft.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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To Breathe – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: George Floyd – New York Times

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

Grace at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night where we post a poem of our own choice. My choice has been influenced by the poems Grace posted as a reflection on the protests and Floyd’s death. So, I’m reblogging an earlier OLN poem about George Floyd that I wrote in the moment of grief having watched the video of his murder. Still can’t get it out of my mind, can’t erase the anger I feel of the injustice to him, and sadly, for so many.

"I can't breathe." George Floyd

To Breathe

The tissue of life is delicately thin,
especially when the protectors grin,
arraigned with a knee and
pinned to the ground,
he couldn't breathe;
no judge, no jury,
they refused his cry,
the man needed air,
he was guilty without sin, 
they murdered George Floyd
with a dirty white lie, and
since the moment he stopped,
I have struggled to breathe.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Final Caw – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Corvid – 2020 Weekly Challenge #12

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“In many traditions, crows are messengers and close attention is paid to their actions.” Robert Moss

Final Caw

Alienated
in this swampland feel
of grey desolation days
with splintered signposts,
where the undertaker 
rests atop with beady eyes
as the emptiness of the
hearse of life rolls on by,
waiting for your final caw
signalling the final door.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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What Is The Colour Of Guilt? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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"There comes a time when silence is betrayal."  Martin Luther King Jr.

What Is The Colour Of Guilt?

We thought he had a gun,
she was in the way,
he walked towards me,
she was similar to the picture,
he was eratic,
he was suspicious,
she reached into her handbag
he was filming me,
she was unwell,
he looked like a perp,
he was known,
he argued,
the neighbour said,
we didn't know it was a phone,
he crashed his car,
there was a phone call,
O, it was a toy gun,
He shot himself while handcuffed,
he was running,
he was asleep but he was armed,
he was in the shop,
He was high,
she was arguing,
there were drugs,
he laughed,
O, he was in his own yard,
mistaken identity,
he was helping police,
he looked at me,
he was mentally ill,
she was homeless,
unpaid fines,
the white man said,
the white woman said,
he was black,
she was balck,
a counterfeit twenty dollar note,
8.46,
a cheap life
when you stand in blue
above the law you uphold,
you can make up a story
to make their innocence 
suit your crime,
what is the colour of guilt?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: To say that Black Lives Matter is not to diminsh other lives, especially Indigenous lives, but they simply make the point about injustice. Statistics don't actually bear out the injustice until you look deeply at the cases - unarmed, ill, mistaken identity, and many innocent people. 

Paul, pvcann.com

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To Breathe (George Floyd) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/28/openlinknight267/

Grace at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night, the night we choose a poem of our own to post.

Photo: New York Times


“I Can’t Breathe” George Floyd

To Breathe

The tissue of life is delicately thin,
especially when the protectors grin,
arraigned with a knee and
pinned to the ground,
he couldn't breathe;
no judge, no jury,
they refused his cry,
the man needed air,
we was guilty, without sin,
they murdered George Floyd
with a dirty white lie and
since the moment he stopped,
I have struggled to breathe.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

I struggle with this, I wept for this man, for us, for life!

Paul, pvcann.com

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And Yet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

Mish is hosting Open Link Night at dVerse – the night we choose a poem to post.

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“It is the denial of death that is partially responsible for people living empty purposeless lives ….”  Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

And Yet

She was never shy
and so we kept hidden
somewhere out back for
her own sake, you understand,
too brazen, taken to impulsive acts,
impetuous, ill-mannered,
an embarrassment to us all,
but she got our recently,
crept through her window
to play in the streets,
lifting her skirts at all,
laughing derisively as
they run, as run they should
in this season of the
end of everything where we
have hidden from ourselves,
while death has cast her shadow
and yet returned us to life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Re-membered – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Remember

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“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”  Haruki Murakami

Re-Membered

Death is so singular,
so rude without compare,
beyond any place and
not just a little ambiguity
as it challenges the
primacy of our built reality,
an unwelcome intrusion into
the facia of polite circles
where everyone merely exists
and avoids the revelatory
nature of an invitation to
reframe life in the veins of
a narrative, re-membering,
putting back together a
semblance of what was once
so meaningful, a body of
moments that live on
in the telling.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Breathe Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: David Mcnew, Getty Images.  LA as a result of Corona lock-down and less traffic has clearer skies. Once again Mt. Everest is visible from India and Nepal, and other cities, especially Wuhan, have clear air. For a moment the earth breathes, but only a moment, and we’re not touching even the tip of the carbon berg.

 

“Silence is only frightening people who are compulsively verbalizing.”  William S. Buroughs

Breathe Again

Why haven’t we done this before,
is the monk’s cell so vulgar,
so stark, that we cannot contemplate
the wholeness of solitude
and turn aside, weary as we are,
to rest a while from the wheel,
letting the earth breathe again,
that we might too.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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We Raged – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – In The Time Of The Plague

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“Hope begins in the dark.”  Anne Lamott

 

We Raged

We raged against that suppuration
of darkness that swallowed the night
and laid waste to the light,
that consuming plague, which
wrote itself on the hearts
of unwitting bystanders
near the corner store,
or the park railings,
unpicked by sweating masks
whose tired incantations
wrenched large at death,
and laid in arks
the valley of flowers
hinting at the new Jerusalem,
we did not go gently.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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