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Will Always Colour – poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Obvious – Word of the Day

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Will Always Colour

Amidst the 7.7
to be yellow in a sea of grey
or a light in the darkness
that point of difference
comes at the great price
of being yourself
rather than being others,
sameness blends and fades
but the real you
will always colour.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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I Am Where I Am – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Escape – Word of the Day

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Image: core walking.com

 

I Am Where I Am

That one dream
to be set free of
all that feels suffocating
about this life,
to escape the calendar
and the minutiae of
papered responsibilities,
is an artful Trojan horse
of sorts,
for I am where I am
and nowhere else,
I only ever escape to me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Vibrant – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Marigolds

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Photo: provided by https://patriciasplace.me

 

Vibrant

I invited you once to tea
in those salad days of summer past,
you were a vibrant garland
that bordered my soul
with hope.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: the humble Calendula – Marigold, is one of my fave flowers. I have had it inn tea, a friend was familiar with it qualities as a dye, and I’ve had it in salad.

 

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That To Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse poets – Theories

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That To Love

Ologies and osophies abound
like turgid solipsisms
clouding the mind,
I am this and this is mine,
lines and banners
scowl and grimace,
but there is one thing
above all,
to love others as
you would of yourself
that golden rule
a crown of the heart
that ever expands,
as Hubble once showed,
or that the One is
ever becoming,
a similar plane
underpinned by
an unconditional
outward gifting
of love,
of self
the beauty of when
theory becomes practice.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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The Piper – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Plangent – RDP Monday

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Photo: youtube.com The Irish Drone (similar, but not to be confused with Scottish bagpipes)

The Piper

The piper rose
while the gathered,
unaware of how he
would rattle their hearts,
remained somnambulant
in reflection,
someone coughed and
attention gained a moment,
then the piper struck
a sombre note
and as one the gathered rose
as the sonorous sound of
Amazing Grace
consumed our hearts
with waves of melancholy
reverberating
rattling,
shaking,
as we plunged young Tom
into the ground
that could we
we would warm,
and just as suddenly as
the sound had come,
it ceased,
while yet our bodies
quavered.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Bunyah Man -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Response

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Photo: abc.net.au Bunyah the farm where Les Murray one of Australia’s best known poets grew up as a child and returned as an adult many years later. A place that deeply influenced his poetry.

 

Bunyah Man

Taree was your last breath
so hard to think of a national treasure
dying ordinary in a nursing home,
what with thirty volumes
and a string of awards,
but now you’re gone,
ashes to ashes
dust to dust with
echoes of Bunyah
the Sydney Push,
conservative nomad
with ears to the ground,
a voice for the little person
and regard for the land,
the Queen’s gold medal
with just a little fame
you were large in life
and in name,
now you’re gone,
but your words remain.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Beginnings – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Road – RDP Sunday

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Photo: the Norseman – Hyden Road looking west.

Beginnings

Roads are like wounds upon the land
convenient scars
of destiny,
lines thrust into beauty
with crests of mystery
the rumble of corrugations
and puthering dust,
a testimony to repetition
memories of destinations
deep places of the heart,
my life has been roads
macadam and dirt
some once,
some thrice,
beginnings
and endings that
are just beginnings after all,
but some I”ll travel no more.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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When – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Delight – Word of the Day

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Photo: Watarrka National Park, NT.

 

When

When the day is perfect,
even when it’s not
and redemption is easy because
we rejoice in the ordinary,
when even elation falls short
of the truth before us
and extraordinary is
in the cracks we pass over,
the language of angels
could not speak this ecstasy,
silence is the better part
as the heart delights.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Her Gift Remains – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night – Journey With Me

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Photo: found at birdlife.org.au a female Splendid Fairy Wren (often colloquially called Blue Wren).

 

Her Gift Remains

 

Today’s first gift
flew close by me a
flutter of wings that
I felt before I saw her,
she came alongside
hopping from shrub to shrub
just ahead of me
watching, trilling,
as if heralding,
and, at last she waited
or so it seemed,
and as I drew level
she looked at me intently
and, as it were,
I’m certain she smiled
cocked her head
as if hello
then took her leave,
yet ever present
her gift remains.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Sheer Delight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Luscious – Word of the Day

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Sheer Delight

To hold you is sheer delight,
voluptuous
taught
toned body
smooth skin
to taste you is ecstasy,
your juice runs down my chin
sweet
luscious peach.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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