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We Forgot – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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“We abuse the land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong we may begin to use it with love and respect.”  Aldo Leopold

We Forgot

The words dissembled before me,
tumbling down,
my mouth moving,
searching for meaning,
glory in failure,
we forgot beauty,
running after fantasy
coated in soft-tongued speeches,
fetid, like an open sewer
wrapped in a bloody tricolour,
the bunting of martyrs,
fugitives of ourselves
on the parapets of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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

Paul, pvcann.com

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Never Forgotten – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Bits And Pieces

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“Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.”  Thomas Fuller

Never Forgotten

That one moment where you create time
when there isn’t time and you dare to
venture to the cupboard,
to the draw full of
silvered memories,
the symbols of a life in a
house of histories,
restored to mind and yet,
never forgotten,
rubber seals and old matches,
that old separator spanner,
a marble, a pen, a tack,
candles for birthdays,
the rest are nameless now,
these bits and pieces of a
resurrection.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Once It Begins – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Purple Patch

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write about vegetable gardening, using a list of plants provided.

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“Cares melt when you kneel in your garden.”  Okakura Kazuko

 Once It Begins

Once it begins it begins,
but to begin at all I too must begin,
and so to move towards that which
consumes my energy even before I start,
just to acknowledge the needs of the soil,
to rejuvenate to a friable tilth,
removing winter’s detritus,
the stalks of old and to
boldly plunge in as so often before,
once it begins with spade and hoe,
stakes and twine, bags and jars,
it gathers pace and the vision grows,
worlds erupt and the magic flows,
plans expand beyond the Nile
for a harvest of harvests,
of crucifers and kales,
tubers and climbers,
the table bowed,
as kitchen rejoices
in purple swords,
czar, blue fire,
and aurora too,
knife and fork,
the juices flow,
once it begins.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Singer Of Love Songs – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery

Bjorn at dVerse has invited us to write a piece of prose including the line “His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream” from Maya Angelou’s ‘Caged Bird’

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“Hope is a waking dream.”  Aristotle

The Singer Of Love Songs

O the singer of love songs, his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream in the middle of a fire, in the middle of a torrent, a tumult. And there the scattered bones of love mock his impertinent hope beyond broken idols and lost moments that speak of eternal anguish. His is no ordinary voice. His hope is never quenched by that malady of darkness. He dares to speak of tomorrow as if nothing else were sure at all, that indeed, nothing else matters. His voice is clothed in a raiment of beauty that lifts the soul like one transported by an angelic choir to a joyful ether of heart, away from the mocking shadows of doubt. O the singer of love songs, his shadow shouts into light as soft caress of l’armour, desiring the world to rise in love and sing together once more.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.”  Suzanne Finnamore

Nothing

The mist kissed the water tenderly
and held me prisoner in the moment
that must never be squandered,
my breathing as fragile as the air,
waiting for an ending that will not come,
pulled into the juncture of realms,
lost in worlds where no thief resides
save that of my own inattention,
but I turn from that page,
even from the tempting words,
here I want for nothing.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Long Game – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The human capacity for burden is like bamboo – far more flexible than you’d ever believe at first glance.”  Jodi Picoult

The Long Game

It is best to play the long game,
to know what sacrifices need to be made
in order to claim something more,
to measure the inches of resistance
and understand the pain,
knowing when to act,
holding it all together
as the world slides away,
and, while others gasp,
to calmly hold the space.

©Paul vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Moving – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Nomad

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Photo: Mundaring State Forrest, a perfect soul place.

“Every exit is an entry somewhere else.”  Tom Stoppard

Moving

There’s a gentle stirring in my soul,
like autumn leaves drifting the winds,
kissing the soil,
rustling in hedgerows,
skittering along roads,
eddying the corners,
lifting and folding,
swirling round and round,
catching my attention
to a sense of movement
deep within that, even though
I’m standing still in this place,
my soul is nomad once again
and my sense of self is gently moving on.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Did I Dream This? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.”  Langston Hughes

Did I Dream This?

Did I dream this,
wanting to see between layers,
to trace these images
and go beyond
where the dream is warm to
loud words of silence
overflowing white space,
where everything disappears
that originates in us,
hungering,
fainting,
desiring,
to repel unhappiness,
did I dream this?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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In The Now – a Poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – What a child knows

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“Time is a game played beautifully by children.”  Heraclitus

In The Now

Where did all this water
come from, look tadpoles,
hear the birds,
feel the grass,
ice cream, ice cream,
dragonflies, wow,
quick let’s go there,
no, here,
silly, so slow, come on,
you’ve missed it,
it’s gone now,
shoes, where’s my shoes?
O, there they are,
I’m hungry, cake?
Yes, cake,
more cake?
not sandwiches, cake,
can I run now?
Do we really have to go?
Whys? I’m having fun,
can I stay, please?
Come on,
Five more minutes?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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