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Now
after so long
it seemed possible
and in proximity
as we were
alone
close
my hand reached out for yours
a risk to break the impasse
of tenterhooks and butterflies,
awaiting reception
or, God forbid
a retraction, no
and as I turned
you leaned in,
and our hearts
were in our eyes.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, relationship, romance
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We built that fort from a dream
but the fantasy became a nightmare
as we dug that ditch of despair
and erected a palisade of sharp invective,
towers of lies,
ramparts of fear,
aiming our ideological long bows
at every initiative with
which we disagreed with vituperation,
locking the gates against reason,
and executing those who believed in change.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, politics
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The homeless man had no claim on you
but you imagined it so
and resented him
for intruding your conscience
and awakening the possibility
that you might be his one
serendipitous moment,
accusing him of wanting money
you did not have, and
compassion you could not find,
without a word you judged him
while unaware
his very silence shamed you.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, poem
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Strange days and motel beds,
a distance between us with
that small pocket of grief
we carry in the lone moments
of this wending journey
and, in a moment of elan,
I roll over and reach for you
in the solo of the night
and just as suddenly
come to my senses knowing,
in the drift of my dream,
that the pillow is a
pure phantasm of longing
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, grief, life, poem, relationship
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Her face shone
lighting the whole
and she beamed knowing
that I adored her and
I resolved to
spend some time
weaving my heart-felt
love to bring her closer.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under astronomy, Free Verse, love, poem
dVerse Poets – Open Link Night 241 – April
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Notably, April is autumn in Australia and is less visually distinct, except for the introduction of deciduous plants which change colour and shed their leaves. In contrast most eucalypts shed all year round, and the only noticeable colouring of autumn is the green grass. But in the northern hemisphere it is spring. April means, following the Latin aperire, to open. I’m going with spring for this poem.
She was more than a little shy,
slow to blossom and
reluctant to show,
she clung to the covers of winter
fearing she’d catch cold,
but one warm day she unfurled
her buds so beautiful
limbs slender yet full
her nakedness was
utterly bewitching,
but only for a moment,
what really captivated
was the way she opened
inwardly for everyone
and touched the eyes
of their hearts.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, nature, poem, seasons
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“Love without sacrifice is like theft.” Nassim Nicholas Taleb
There is a oneness
that we found or,
perhaps, we made
of each other,
smoothing those edges
colouring the other,
what’s mine is yours
those worldly goods
some stayed and
some went,
we evolved together
and, on the shape
the colour,
the style or fad,
we learned to bend
more than a little
without breaking the
integrity that
held the core of us.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, love, poem, quote, relationship
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If you wanted an example of nonsense … here’s a pile 🙂
Shadowy mawk of an open crypt
you dust-tongued wizened husk I smell
skulking, grave-groping, gurgling mass
of a griddle slack squawk eternal,
a mere muffle-toed peep
or sad gingered scrape,
such a hare-heeled fluvial flunk
ever to creep horror loathed
mickle-hearted or
sulphur scrack.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, Nonsense, poem, Quadrille
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Grey clouds the harbinger
soon the gift of the heavens will be bestowed
and earth will sigh and drink again,
I will run along that hill naked,
rejoicing in every drop.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under bush walking, Five Lines, Free Verse, mindfulness, nature, poem, seasons
Resting – dVerse Poets – Pub Talk
Photo: Baladjie Rock, Westonia, part of the Great Western Woodlands, and as you can see it is alongside the extensive Baladjie Salt Lake system. One of a multitude of places I find restful.
I had plans for this afternoon
but plans had otherwise
a momentary distraction
I wandered in Eden
then sat for awhile
caressed by the sun,
as birds sang arias while
insects buzzed coded smiles
the flora seductive,
and the work of the day faded
I was as light as air
my shoulders unfettered,
I drifted beyond,
and I smiled knowing that
the real work had just begun.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, Gardening, life, mindfulness, nature, poem
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A toxic zephyr, a beautiful catastrophe.
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A toxic zephyr, a beautiful catastrophe.
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Detailing my adventures as I travel the world
By Sandra Js Photography - Make the rest of your life the best of your life.
Books-Random thoughts-Creative writings
A Hotelier By Trade and A Traveler At Heart
Thoughts and experiences penned down
Wanda Sanders Poems
Author of Young Adult Fantasy
I write because I read. I read because I write.
Life from a Different Perspective
Life is a broadway musical and everyday is a song. These are mine manifested as poetry.
Writing to Help Others Overcome Darkness
Get in the best shape of your body
