Category Archives: life

Waiting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Fireworks


Image: provided by Patricia’s Place



Jack walked the streets at three
until a resounding boom of wheels in ruts
would send him marching ramrod home,
on fireworks night he would take cover
waiting for the shells to rain down.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Note: I observed “Jack” many times but never got to know him, in one week he never got to the shops because the trucks would sound explosive when they hit a rut or drain cover and he would stop, stand to attention, wheel about, and march home again. Shell shock/PTSD had wrecked him.



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For The First Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Discovery – RDP Thursday



“As one looks across the barren stretches of the pack, it is sometimes difficult to realise what teeming life exists immediately beneath its surface.”  Robert Falcon Scott (Scott of the Antarctic)


For The First Time

What must be observed?
What can be questioned?
in stillness the heart cannot lie,
that which is held prisoner
to the mind,
once released between the
inward and outward breath,
bubbles to the conscious,
and can be seen and felt
if we but wait and look,
removing the mask of self-deception
seeing ourselves for the first time
as Scott did with Terra Nova,
that unsullied plateau
ready to be inferred
not yet contained.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Dignity Reclaimed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Reclaim – VJs Weekly Challenge


Photo: Bunbury Wetlands, some kind soul had waded into the shallows to extract this shopping trolley which was rusting and missing some of its sides. Every year when the water level drops the Friends of the wetlands go in and remove the rubbish dumped there.



Dignity Reclaimed

As summer wore on
the lake became brazen
shedding her cloak,
revealing her blemishes and scars
symbols of modern decline,
cans, bags, and a shopping trolley,
a cage of slavery now enslaved
encrusted and rusted,
yet easily excised,
and the lake,
her dignity reclaimed
by winter’s refreshing rains.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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The Smithy – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sputter – RDP Monday




The Smithy

The fizz and sputter of the raked coals,
brazier aglow
and the glisten of sweat as he
worked the bellows
and rained down successive blows,
hammering like thunder
such new creations
as metal yielded like
a sacrifice on the anvil
as if forged in the very heat
of the beginning of time,
the warmth of the fire
filling the air with ash
and all the smells of
grit and iron,
this place of force and might
is yet an intricate design
of all that could be.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Spiced With Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Potluck – In Other Words


Photo provided by Patricia’s Place


Spiced With Love

We had a little gathering from all along our street,
a Bob, a Jane or two, a Susan, James and more,
all placed a gift or three in our communal pot,
from generosity to empathy and listening stirred right in,
while some so very carefully spiced it with their love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Whose Vulgarity? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Vulgar – Word of the Day


Photo: found on

I worry that we are becoming our parents.



Whose Vulgarity?

The older woman hissed
as the younger strutted past
her thong riding high
boyfriend clearly a plumber
and a gynaecologist,
piercings an insult
tattoos an injury to the eye,
and, O the language,
she muttered to herself:
clearly slutty
bet she’s on the game,
on drugs,
on welfare
laughing at us,
right then
I turned and replied;
O mum your judgmentalism is
so utterly vulgar.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Invitation – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Subtle – VJs Weekly Challenge 54





Days passed
as sly glances became overt
with no response,
though no overture was proffered
she dallied by the lift
and waited by the copier,
he was oblivious
until that one day
she lingered in the cafe,
sat next to him, and
hit him with an invitation
written on her face.

©Paul Vincent Cannon






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To Listen – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Help – RDP Sunday




To Listen

You danced me round solutions
you carried me with ideas
you tautologically vented
as that is what spleens do,
stated your anger which
wasn’t mine at all,
dark mutterings of murder
to right the wrongs
as you saw
though differently to my eyes,
you even spoke for me,
without invitation I might add,
all I wanted was
for you to listen,
that would have helped
me most of all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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The Very Center – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Peace – RDP Saturday


Photo: the Moore River at the rear of New Norcia monastery.

The Very Center

The trickster offers it with a flourish
bargained as something for our time,
but it came with Zyklon B
and piles of childrens shoes,
it was so eerie
but then,
evil takes your breath away,
it comes with napalm
cluster bombs
and starvation,
the guns eventually silenced
but there was no peace
not even in the cathedrals or temples
or the consumption of techniques
could I find it,
sure, I read a book or two,
met a guru,
sat with the sacred,
then the day dawned where
I saw peace in all its beauty,
where its friend stillness habited
the midst of the eye of my storm,
and the very center
was how I was
as much as where
never who,
but it helps to smell
the eucalypts and feel the sandstone,
touch the water,
and just sit
while the winds of life
rage all around me,
and there it is.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Of Promise – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet Jackie Hulbert


Art Work: Jackie Hurlbert by permission, via dVerse Poets and Linda Lee Lyberg.


Of Promise

She, as many do,
was moving through the doors
of her life and not with ease
so much as a quiet confidence
that was easily torn at the edges
when things went wrong,
and, of course,
too quickly for it to be true
she would blame herself
often referring to a multitude
of lack by some
meaningless comparison;
she was puzzled at how others
would affirm her creative zest
and her beauty,
but when she looked in the mirror
she only saw and ordinary woman
with messy hair,
where others saw
a beautiful, wild garden
of promise.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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