VJs Weekly Challenge – Imaginary
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“The real world is much smaller than the imaginary one.” Friedrich Nietzsche
I bought an imaginary
just the other day,
took it home and
kept in its box
for a rainy day,
I peeked,
watching it glow
as it beat like a heart
of swirling colour,
then today I set it free
ending the darkness.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under dreams, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Quadrille, quote
VJs Weekly Challenge – Morning
Photo: Looking out from the lake to South Bunbury and the morning rise.
“This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before.” Maya Angelou
Morning arrived,
I’m not sure how,
it evolved as an interruption
of which I was ambivalent,
I was captive to a dream,
yet I wanted to rise to the day,
but, I wanted to sleep
and I wanted this dream
through which I could see myself,
could see the world where I
understood that I did not understand.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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“Wherever there are birds, there is hope.” Mehmet Murat lldan
Radiant horizon ball,
pale orange delight,
silvering the black water
to its feathered edge,
expurgating the darkness
below my skin,
the place of memories
birthed so long ago
now taking flight
as night geese,
angels of fortune,
carrying me through
a dream within dreams.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Art: Michael Vincent Manalo – Imagined Memories found at: dodho.com
“Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.” Sigmund Freud
Where does the dreamer dwell?
in the house of memories
with an attic of dreams
speaking the rooms of life
as if they breathed,
enfleshed, feeling eons
while wallpaper yellows
dust as language
creasing the throat, though
not diminishing the sound
that must be made,
even though
only the dreamer hears
where they dwell.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under dreams, Free Verse, life, poem, quote
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Dream
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“Dreams are illustrations …. from the book your soul is writing about you.” Marsha Norman
At some point
when time slipped into time
and lost itself,
I joined in and found my way,
it jumbled in my eyes,
so fast, so slow,
and back again,
a chain,
a heron,
boats and trains
all upside down
floating,
as winged beast hovered overhead
mysterious doors and coloured lights
glowed all around,
and I swam through rooms,
dived through windows,
such a rollercoaster ride,
till mystery entered,
a shadowy figure
inviting me to follow.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under dreams, Free Verse, mindfulness, poem, quote
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“those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.” E.M. Forster
I stood by the graveside of my mind
and peered beyond the edge
into the void of my crowded hour,
and found the door to a
feathered lightness of grief
where I floated on wings of joy,
such that there were no words
possible to speak with any sense
of meaning other than that
I had let go.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under dreams, Free Verse, grief, life, love, mindfulness, poem, quote
dVErse Poets – Poetics – New Year/New World
Mish at dVerse has invited us to imagine a world that is new ….
Photo: the upper reaches of the Hardy Inlet, where Blackwood River enters on the left, and the Scott River enters directly opposite. Taken from Flat Rock, an idyllic and peaceful ‘world.’
“We can only know what we can truly imagine. finally what we see comes from ourselves.” Marge Piercy
I closed my eyes to take in the world,
to feel the ancient wisdom of the trees,
the river running by, softly speaking a
quiet truth beneath its tempest,
and always the still centre of the breeze,
drawing me intimately closer,
truths I hold within and cherish.
a compass of heart for many roads
of living through the tempests of life,
and as I open my eyes again,
the peace surpassed lingers deep
nourishing my soul.
and once again I know the oft
forgotten truth that the
vey utopia I desire
rests within and is
birthed by love.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann,com
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“My greatest inspiration is memory.” Paul Theroux
The sadness comes sometimes,
not in the yesterdays,
but in the maybes,
tomorrows could bes,
wondering as to wandering
which way,
such choices we make
as to the open gate,
but what about the other way,
possibilities
better versions of me?
And yet here I am
with a treasury
as wide as the sea,
the deeper songs of memory
calling forth a rich joy
of inspiration in these
my latter days.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under dreams, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, quote
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“The choice for mankind (sic) lies between freedom and happiness and for the great bulk of mankind, happiness is better.” George Orwell
There’s an impatient patience,
a spirit of the age
rushing the vernal equinox
into yesterday’s tomorrow,
a backward looking future,
and elusive dream
of a perfect expectation
forever unbirthing
other than in the mind,
ever refusing the obvious,
to live in the present moment.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under astronomy, dreams, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Quadrille, quote
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“Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving.” Nayyirah Waheed
Amazing,
that moment,
that feeling,
when the edge is transcended
and the real is the moment,
things blur,
pulse races,
heart faints,
and then
somehow awakened,
only to see,
to know
that it is merely entanglement,
the self entwined
in a desire of its own,
seeking expression,
fulfilment,
perhaps, even
expiation.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under dreams, Free Verse, life, love, mindfulness, poem, psychology, Sex
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I’m an avid movie-goer, enthusiastic blogger, and a full-time law student on the side. Bit of a nerd. Embarrassingly romantic, lol. General cinephile.
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