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The Moth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge: Risk-Reward

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“Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”  T.S. Eliot

The Moth

To burn,
catch fire,
wince with pain,
recoil, return,
like a moth to the flame,
a zeppelin alight,
all warnings ignored
my fingers to the fire,
a searing, scorching heat,
they urged me back,
to be near her is risk,
a reward enough.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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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

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Open Myself – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Wild Card

VJ has challenged us to respond to the words of the Dalai Lama “The planet does not need more “successful people.” The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.”  Dalai Lama

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“There is a way out, but the way out is really a way within.”  Ken Wilbur

Open Myself

The telephone booth beckons,
my hearts knows its mantra,
kenosis arrives in the moment
but only if I let it be so,
for I have to assent
to take off my high ground,
become the anti-hero,
open myself to the
transpersonal real,
singing back to earth
its own love song as if it
were my very own.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: Kenosis (κενωσις) is a Greek word meaning to empty one’s self, used formally in relation to the theological and philosophical understanding of the incarnation.

Paul, pvcann.com

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It Starts – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“It is not sex that gives pleasure but the lover.”  Marge Piercy

It Starts

It starts with
a series of moves until
she feels like she’s floating
above you and you’re
pulling her back, but
she’s making discoveries as
she nears the ceiling,
taking you with her,
swimming through a long sigh,
breaking surface at last,
our lungs sucking in air.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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A Beautiful Wild – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Some days I am more wolf than woman and I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.”   Nikita Gill

A Beautiful Wild

She was a beautiful wild,
like autumn reds
and winds of winter,
a wanderer of mystery
caught up in forbidden places,
daring questions in her eyes,
at the edge of truth
reaching beyond
her ripeness in a
wilderness abandon,
fierce without reserve,
a longing made perfect
in love’s embrace.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Not Without Risk – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Trouble

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“She slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew a lion was among them.”  R.M. Drake

Not Without Risk

I was not in control,
your words caught in my mouth
teasing sensibilities,
breaking the rules,
a dangerous energy
so fragile
I hesitated,
catching glimpses,
not without risk,
you were trouble,
and I was adrift,
but by that time
you were my hero.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Re-membered – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Remember

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“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”  Haruki Murakami

Re-Membered

Death is so singular,
so rude without compare,
beyond any place and
not just a little ambiguity
as it challenges the
primacy of our built reality,
an unwelcome intrusion into
the facia of polite circles
where everyone merely exists
and avoids the revelatory
nature of an invitation to
reframe life in the veins of
a narrative, re-membering,
putting back together a
semblance of what was once
so meaningful, a body of
moments that live on
in the telling.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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There’s No Train Today – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a piece of prose to a max of 144 words and incorporating the line “No one left and no one came on the bare platform.” from ‘Adelstrop’ by Edward Thomas.

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“While no one can change the outcome of dementia or Alzheimer’s, with the right support you can change the journey.”  Tara Reed

 

There’s No Train Today

Diane saw the single yellow daisy and she caught herself smiling, and she drifted, recalling significant daisy moments, like the time she and David, her late husband, had walked country lanes picking flowers, carefree it seemed, and she felt a yearning though she couldn’t quite place it. It troubled her, but she let it go. Then she remembered the train station and the daisies growing at the southern end of the platform. Was that smoke she could smell? Diane looked up but no train was coming, in fact, it was unusually quiet. After a time she noticed that no one left and no one came on the bare platform. How strange. and then suddenly, a young woman appeared and Diane asked: “Where’s the train?” The young woman smiled and said “It’s okay mum, it’s Julie, I’m your daughter. There’s no train today, you’re reminiscing.”

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Slowly Unlocked – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – The Perfect Seven Lines

Frank at dVerse has invited us to write a poem of our choosing – the challenge is to write only seven lines (I’m not sure about perfect lines though).

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“The only virtue is reckless love.”  Arif Naseem

Slowly Unlocked

Waylaid, I ordered tea,
the streets were empty, though
this one was unknown to me,
her entrance was undeclared
though not unnoticed and we
slowly unlocked our dreams
in this strangest of times.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Illuminating – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on the subject of – What’s neither closed nor canceled.

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“Love is not a feeling in your chest, it is bending down to wash another’s feet.”  Andrew Peterson

Illuminating

From my sanctuary
I opened my window on life,
witnessing the sun illuminating
a single black cloud,
giving my all to this moment
I realized that my heart was open,
my spirit nourished,
and with bowl and towel
I washed the feet of strangers.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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