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You Who Are – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery

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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

Paul, pvcann.com

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Solaced – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: on the road to Jindalee, out bush among the mallee and mulga.

 

“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.”  John Muir

Solaced

In those long brumous days when
my chest is wearied
and sorrowed
I dream of Maarla and Ooldea,
longing for that silent word
offered without guile
to flesh and feathered alike,
and held in the company of
such wisdom born of stillness,
a scintilla of self-acceptance
there, in that moment,
I am solaced,
whole.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Maarla and Ooldea are types of Mallee. Mulga is Acacia.

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Ever Yearning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Lost In Translation

Laura at dVerse has challenged us to look at three poems and write our own.

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“… of the eternal Face without gestures
and of the kingdom without form.”  
Gabriella Mistral  ‘Anniversary ‘

Ever Yearning

As deep calls to deep within me
slowly I untangle
the habits of the mind,
perhaps now my heart can see
as ever yearning through
the fog of all that is
drawing me ever inwards
that I might see your face
as if for the first time,
you who are eternal stillness,
come, let me see.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Their Wild Hope – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“Stand up for what you believe in, even if you stand alone.”  Suzy Kassem

 

Their Wild Hope

He stood alone in their frenzied midst
till their lungs were spent, exhausted,
and when they finally turned to him
in murmured curiosity
he quietly gave voice to their
demons and shadows and doubts
and, in their place, he made
profound their wild hope.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Wakening – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Wake – RDP Monday

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“A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.”  Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The Wakening

She’d lived a normal life
of few events
and fewer aspirations,
a monotonous drudging dressed up
in perfect debts and shiny griefs,
and in this darkened hallowed space
where coloured windows frowned
and judgment rang out of its very walls,
the eulogy came knocking at my mind and
I was compelled to resurrection
rose and fled the door mid amen,
and vowed to find my life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Attending – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The soul always knows what to do to heal itself. the challenge is to heal the mind.”  Caroline Myss

 

Attending

Outside her box she attended to her breathing
setting aside the rivers of consciousness
that on any ordinary day might drown her,
and settled for nothing that was yet something
without it being anything at all,
and later she could only imagine
that she was fed by angels.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Seamless – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.”  Thich  Nhat Hahn

 

Seamless

To contemplate breathing
now there’s a thing,
a rhythm of
an inward and outward breath,
so simple really, and yet,
where is the juncture
the beginning or end,
though differently constituted
there are no parts
neither this or that,
just one continuous
seamless movement.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Good Friends – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Purifying The Mind

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Photo: The breakaway at Jindalee, so still and quiet.

 

“Since all is empty, all is possible.”  Nāgārjuna

Good Friends

I was a younger man then
when I wrestled the kraken of nemesism
and made friends with silence and stillness,
almost by accident it seemed
leaning on the strainer post
looking out across the paddock
at the sunset painting itself,
and everything melted
just fell away,
leaving me light of heart,
ever since
my friends have stayed the course
in various guises,
and wherever I am they are there
a welcome balm
for my cosmogyral mind.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Belief – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Uluru at sunset, a calm and peaceful place, an ancient place, a deeply spiritual place.

“belief, like love, must be voluntary.”  John Updike

Belief

Of orthodoxy there is no real centre
except of ink on paper
where imagination dies
a thousand deaths
in a rut of doctrines and dogmas
that pierce the heart
and erase the future,
imprisoning vision,
punishing hope,
and yet we are all heterodox
bringing our creative spice
to the great universal stew,
an ever changing recipe.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Within – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Reflection – RDP Sunday

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Photo: Bunbury Wetlands reflection on the water below the pedestrian footbridge.

“We had the experience but missed the meaning.”  T.S. Eliot

 

Within

Below the ripples of my inner pool
lies my self unseen
who collects moments of importance,
things experienced and things known
for a rainy day,
days when shadow comes out to play
needing a friend,
wanting to talk,
hoping for some direction,
and as I inwardly
hear movements in this deep,
I begin to see a way
to recollect and reconcile,
teasing a way forward
within myself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com.

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