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October 16, 2019 · 3:36 pm

I Am Invited – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse – Poetics – Your Majesty

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Photo: looking out across the breakaway at Jindalee into the Victoria Desert.

 

“Words are the fallen ruins of silent majesty.”  Bryant McGill

 

I Am Invited

To think that the horizon is not of my doing,
an expansive ocular trove
kaleidoscoping emotions that
leave me sighing and faint,
as yet an inescapable addiction
for a mind enamoured with
a living beauty that speaks
in slant of cruciforms and
sunsets watercolour bleeding
that is so sweet to taste
more than fruit to my wonder vine,
I am undiminished
though simply an observer of
this vast raw beauty
tucked in the bottom left corner
of this living majesty
to which I am invited.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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October 14, 2019 · 2:18 pm

Let Your Mind Be At Play – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“VJs Weekly Challenge – Play

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The original illustrations by E.H. Shepherd for A.A. Milne’s Winnie the Pooh and Christopher Robin. (now owned by Disney)

 

“Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.”  Carl Jung

Let Your Mind Be At Play

The secret code to real life
is not the atrophy of an
over-laundered mind that
out-serious’ seriousness,
fully starched and brittle
an age-last retention challenged,
totally puckered,
no, unzipper your mind
imagine two headed dragons
and the purple gnome,
pirates and amazons,
magical places,
moonwalks and sea leagues,
zephyrs and orphic worlds,
go, scale that wall of maturity,
and run,
be free,
of even you
and let your mind be at play.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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October 13, 2019 · 1:21 pm

The Process – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Discovery

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Image: ‘Vox Angelica’ by Max Ernst – artnet.com

“Painting is not for me either decorative amusement, or the plastic invention of felt reality; it must be every time: invention, discovery, revelation.”  Max Ernst

 

The Process

The giant bird and I became friends
though sometimes she left me alone far
from home and, no matter my peregrinations,
I was always only ever myself, discovery
was never the end it was the process.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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October 12, 2019 · 1:54 pm

It Is My Beginning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Sky

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Photo: pixabay.com
“The sky is not my limit … I am.”  T.F. Hodge

It Is My Beginning

Do fish ever worry about getting wet,
are we ever aware that the sky
touches our toes and that
on dark days
the cloud is simply that we
have forgotten that our feet
share the space with
all of nature
being coloured and gendered
utterly free,
cladding me,
welcoming my every breath,
waking and sleeping me,
inspiring and opening me,
the sky’s no limit at all,
it is but my beginning
a space we breathe
ourselves together.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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October 11, 2019 · 3:26 pm

The One Hidden – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetic Pop Art

At dVerse Poets Victoria has invited us to take Pop Art as inspiration for a poem.

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Image: ‘In Search Of History’ Alexander Kosolapov, 1982 – Sotsart

Note: SOTS-ART Soviet political art, a journey friend of Pop Art which, due to Soviet censorship of the 1970s – 80s, was mostly underground work.

 

“I’m afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.”  Andy Warhol

The One Hidden

The conspiracy of words and time
melds colour to a constancy of grey
like ever present winter clouds
brooding over truth
whatever that might be,
and indeed,
that is the question Pilate asked
non the wiser for a reply,
that certainty as a non-event is,
in truth, a certainty,
where facts like curbs
eventually erode and fritter
revealing the naked and bold-faced
lies of our fathers,
a constructed history by numbers,
O how we walked those grey blocks
seeking lucent hope,
just a glimmer of colour,
a taste of the real,
no, not that capitalist lie, freedom,
it is the one hidden in my breast.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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October 10, 2019 · 2:39 pm

She So – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Chic

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Photo: fashionetter.com

 

“One is never over-dressed or under-dressed with a little black dress.”  Karl Lagerfeld

She So

Just like a Lincoln rose bud breaking open
she drew the eye to her certain beauty,
no mere hanger for clothes
everything that adorned her
became a crowning glory,
naked she was breathtaking,
dressed she became beauty,
a synchronicity of chic.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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October 9, 2019 · 2:25 pm

At Ease – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics: Profiles – Portraits

Anmol at dVerse has invited us to write a profile or portrait (so, I’m not using a photo this time).

 

“Old man with a young mind is much younger than the young man with and old mind!”  Mehmet Murat Ildan

At Ease

His wrinkled face carried his life
and held his rheumy eyes
as they appeared to weep
in a grief of days now gone,
his greying hair a testimony,
a paean to a wisdom unspoken
while his gnarled hands were
badged by his plaid shirt,
perhaps too big
but he’d thinned a lot
these past two years
just as he shuffled
more than walked,
he slid into the seat across
and ordered his coffee in
slow and carefully appointed words
completely at ease with his world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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October 8, 2019 · 8:03 am

Jack – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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Photo: jbsconstruction.net

“Careful what you tell yourself, especially if you’re stubborn.”  Nitya Prakesh

Jack

Jack was a handful
at eighty,
goes sideways a lot
his feet don’t lift the same,
Rosie called appointment time
but old Jack’s mind
played a fifties reel,
he always pushed it late,
Rosie knew that like concrete
Jack was set in his ways.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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October 7, 2019 · 11:33 am

And Not See – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP – Monday – Elusive

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Image: elliotscottcoaching.com

 

“In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth.”  Gandhi

And Not See

I wanted to write that one thing
something from deep inside
with such clarity
nothing could elude
and incisive revelation
of my true self,
undefended,
raw and whole,
beyond shame
without fear,
but the deeper I dug
the more I held close,
for even in the desire
I was unwilling to face
those depths,
which goes to show
that you can shine a light
down long dark hallways,
and not want to see.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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October 6, 2019 · 12:39 pm

How Little – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Half the confusion in the world comes from not knowing how little we need.”  Richard E. Byrd

How Little

When the shadow takes all
we lose our deep, inner sight
and chaos presents
so beautifully as need,
as urgency,
wrapped and double wrapped
all shiny and shouting,
like sirens calling us onto the
rocks unaware,
how little we know ourselves,
and how little we really need.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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