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Words 2 – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“We are shaped by our conversations.”  Robin S. Sharma

Words 2

Sometimes
the moment is never right
to carefully place those feelings
across the neat, crisp, tablecloth of
happily reconciled expectations,
what seemed possible an hour ago
has shifted completely in the moment as
other energies have cleverly intervened,
and though not lost, these words must now
wait for a spaciousness of invitation
where they may be well received
and celebrated.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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No Cares To Hold – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – What Day Is It Anyway?

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about a day.

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“Time deals gently only with those who take it gently.”  Anatole France

No Cares To Hold

The sepia tones seep past
blurred, sleep filled eyes
blocking momentarily any
signs of what might be,
a gentle lace of fine joy
leaks through my window and
I rise so lightly through my fog
as comes the dawn of my recognition,
there was no warning,
I felt no urgency,
life in the slow,
this is our day,
we take the whole,
this is Monday,
no cares to hold,
they have flown away.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Because – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Whisper

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“There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.”  G.K. Chesterton

Because

Down he went for there was a road
and roads must be wandered
no matter the cost,
because roads whisper
so many things of love and life,
not least the mystery of other,
the inexplicable unnamed love,
that gaze of sun and moon,
and to contend with every
bend and slope and not
be curbed in any way,
just to listen in himself,
to embody the resonance of
every breath the road
would give in wisdom.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Every Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Masterpiece

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Photo: from hyperactivz.com and the story “Forty Years Ago This Man Planted A
Tree That Created Amazing Opportunities For His Island” by Lauren Fazackarly –  The Story of Jadav Payeng who began planting trees at sixteen and is still going.

Please note: this is only one story, there are several stories from all over the world of people doing similar feats to greater or lesser extent.

 

“Society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they will never sit in.”  Greek Proverb

Every Time

He settled in the dust of his soul,
the sun beating down and
mocking his every effort
drawing his moisture to his brow,
and yet every day he rose and
without fail, made his way
to his field of dreams
that barren canvas of life’s struggles,
of course, without knowing,
passers-by smiled their condescension,
to them he was an eccentric farmer,
while in his own mind he was an
investment banker, and adventurer, a rebel,
and every time he planted a tree he knew
he was painting a masterpiece
whose abstract nature only he could explain.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Shadowland – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Destiny

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“That which we do not bring to consciousness appears in our lives as fate.”  Carl Jung

Shadowland

His inner demons held him in fear and mistrust,
but he dressed them as acceptable monsters
all hidden in the light, but they made their own
spectacular way to the surface of his unaware life
becoming his cruel and real destiny.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Swam Through Rooms – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Dream

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“Dreams are illustrations …. from the book your soul is writing about you.”  Marsha Norman

I Swam Through Rooms

At some point
when time slipped into time
and lost itself,
I joined in and found my way,
it jumbled in my eyes,
so fast, so slow,
and back again,
a chain,
a heron,
boats and trains
all upside down
floating,
as winged beast hovered overhead
mysterious doors and coloured lights
glowed all around,
and I swam through rooms,
dived through windows,
such a rollercoaster ride,
till mystery entered,
a shadowy figure
inviting me to follow.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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To The Centre – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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Photo: Lemon Scented Gum, St. Mark’s Park, Bunbury

 “How can we know ourselves by ourselves? Soul needs intimate connection, not only to individuate, but simply to live. For this we need relationships of the profoundest kind through which we can realise ourselves where self-revelation is possible ….”   James Hillman

To The Centre

Beyond the face of it
time is best immersive,
taken slowly,
small steps, never strides,
a very small journey that is quite long
from the outer to the centre,
a lifetime more or less,
and the closer one draws
to that precious place
is to feel the layers peeling off
with a new vulnerability
open to the world
as the mask thins and
crumbles to the ground.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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My World – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Looking Out Of My Backdoor.

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“Not knowing when the door will come I open every door.”  Emily Dickinson

 

My World

Of all the front doors there is nothing certain,
a series of possibilities and invitations,
comings and goings strewn across a day,
across a lifetime
as the world beckons,
but my backdoor is more assured
and as I look out
it is my world,
though I do not own it,
a space of reflective knowing,
that holds everything
unhindered and full
and though there are walls,
there are none able to
hem my thoughts
or my dreams.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Redemption Rock -prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poetry – Prosery – The Rock Cries Out

Frank at dVerse has invited us to take the line “The rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, but do not hide your face.” and use in for a prose piece of 144 words.

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Photo: granite outcrop at Billyacatting with a Sheoak making good with a crevice.

 

“The rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, but do not hide your face.”  Maya Angelou

Redemption Rock

We behaved as tourists, observing, consuming, enjoying, but never once holding a sense of belonging or offering something resembling connection even though that space so clearly cried out for it. Now that the tide is turning and ancient forms are slowly taking their leave, we face a new, daunting prospect. Too late to redress the past of our blithe and callow turning away. Indeed, we are no longer at our leisure, no longer possessed of our sure identity, positing who we are and what we might do as if there were no words of opposition or external accountabilities. Gone are our hermetically sealed worlds. We stand at the threshold forced to face ourselves, and even the rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, but do not hide your face. Even in the face of death, nature still reconciles us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Moon Trick – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Never give up for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.”  Harriet Beecher Stowe

 

Moon Trick

At five the shore was long,
as long as it would ever be today
or any other day,
and I had not taken the time to
remember this nor to ponder
that it it might remain so,
that the tide might not come back
today or any other day,
that the sand should be divorced,
she the grieving widow
uncovered by her beloved
exposed and bereft,
her tears captive to the sun,
but the moon played her trick
and covered the shore once again,
I left with joy in my heart
knowing that all the tears were gathered.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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