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Simple – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 lines – Repair


Photo provided by Patricia’s Place


“An apology is the super glue of life. It an repair just about anything.”  Lynn Johnston


O how we mighty fall
with tarnished armour and blunted sword
as the horse of self-righteousness bolts,
and yet, to offer repair in that very place of fear
with that simple five letter word that reignites hope.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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I wonder – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery


Photo: the majestic Karri trees at Boranup.

The dVerse Prosery is hosted this week by Merril and the line to use is “These memories were left here with the trees.” from ‘How to Write a Poem in a Time of War.” by Jo Harjo. Using that line create a piece of prose of 144 words.


I Wonder

I wonder what happened here before I am. This one tree might speak of so much. But what might a forest speak? A grove of knowledge no cloud could carry, a living intelligence that pales Plato, or the vast paucity of philosophy. Each bole a reliquary of life’s passage, each annual ring a repository of a truth greater that the sum of what we call knowledge. O to be grounded in the strength of your heartwood and risk the sky, or to shelter in your caress and know love, to know what you know, to sup from your fount. Evanescent, history passes, held by your compassionate gaze. Of owls and wars, lovers and seasons, for each an ossuary caringly covered by your blankets and, until the one who knows as you know, that only love uncovers, these memories were left here with the trees.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Covert – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Spy



“I wait with silent passion for one gesture, one glance from you.”  Rumi



I can feel you watching and
if I turn around I know I’ll catch you
pretending not to but we never
say a word to spoil this endless
covert game we lovers play.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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It Had Wandered – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Madness




“It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed.”  Thomas Moore


It Had Wandered

If only she could paint them,
but the colours were all wrong
they were coming too fast
and speaking real slow,
collecting at her temples
and bursting in her ears
while the words on the news-stand
started flying and though
she tried, she couldn’t catch them
and put them back except that
one word, evol, which
creased her brow and
made her hide inside herself,
till I turned it around
at which she cried and laughed
and held her head and
sang a song,
even so, she didn’t trust that
word, it spoke of all the wrongs,
a wasted life and a cruel hope
just out of reach,
but there was no madness in her,
it had wandered down the street.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Every Evening – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Aflame


Image provided by Patricia’s Place


“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.”  Rumi

Every Evening

Every evening at the Hare and Hound
they arrived, he first, then she a while later,
and every evening they left together
arm in arm
and burned to the ground.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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A Point of Grief – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Photo: Lake Brown looking west to the setting sun.

“Filthy water cannot be washed.”   African Proverb


A Point Of Grief

There’s majesty in this ancient death,
just to walk the barren shore and
take in the necrosis of dead trees
and pinkish water,
nothing lives here
except the salt, of course,
a living death
that burns to the touch,
even the wind moves
in eerie reverence
across its tortured surface,
a millennia of dying
offering a point of grief
to all who long for something more
in this tortured world
of love and loss.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Excursion



“Licence my roving hands, and let them go before, behind, between, above, below.” . John Donne


Of nape and lips
lobes and lids,
a drift of hair,
a flex of sinew,
to draw the same breath
finding that ancient rhythm,
and hand to the rise
describing the cleft and valley
places too dally,
a mind etched,
longing invoked,
an excursion I will take again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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You Who Are – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery



The dVerse challenge by Kim is to take the line “You will love again the stranger who was yourself” from the poem ‘Love After Love’ by Derek Walcott and write 144 words of prose.

“The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.”  Carl Gustav Jung

You Who Are

“You will love again the stranger who was yourself.” she said. Her eyes were moist and tender, worried I guess, as I had been somewhere other than myself for some time, fully estranged, formed, nay, torn by the desires and opinions of so many, but never my own. It is as if, as Eliot once proposed, that I could arrive at myself and know myself as if for the very first time. To strip off the hats and masks, the accretions of a life, or two, and return naked to the world as my true self, the ungarnished and bruised reality for all to see. And that is the loveable, that is the real. All else is window dressing on a grand scale of deception of the self, no one else is so deceived. So, to set aside those ancient scales for love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Exquisite Lightness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Topsy-Turvey




“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”  Friedrich Nietzsche


Exquisite Lightness

Time had hardly begun
though time was a pure farrago,
strange how chaos can be so organised
to be such exquisite lightness
and now we are really floating.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Sooner -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon





“Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.”  George Bernard Shaw


Perhaps it was the wine
or the small of your back
we left the terrace behind,
your eyes drank my soul
while we waltzed in the shed
our laughter turning to sigh
and sooner, not later,
the long summer grass
caressed our shuddering whole.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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