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Did I Dream This? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.”  Langston Hughes

Did I Dream This?

Did I dream this,
wanting to see between layers,
to trace these images
and go beyond
where the dream is warm to
loud words of silence
overflowing white space,
where everything disappears
that originates in us,
hungering,
fainting,
desiring,
to repel unhappiness,
did I dream this?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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There Are Moments – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Solitude

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Photo: Somewhere between Merredin and Menzies. The bush is my best solitude.

 

“The more ways we have to connect, the more many of us seem desperate to unplug.” 
Pico Iyer

There Are Moments

I gather myself in this place
where the quiet examines me,
knowing that I yearn for it
as a lover yearns for completion,
even so, I avert myself at times
from the uncomfortable rawness of
the self intimacy of such knowing,
preferring to skirt the edges
below the mask so worn,
and yet, there are moments,
fleeting, like the pause of a breath,
within which an elusive thought
awakens my soul.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Sanctuary – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Otherness cannot be a form.”  Nicholas of Cusa

Sanctuary

The map of the imaginable
is found only in dreams,
vessels its mere dwelling
to strip away the chimera
and reach into the unknown,
leaving the caim of my own
clinging, soft assurance to
discover otherness in
crevice, corner, underside,
the small of the wild is
ever sanctuary to the fire
of creative love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: the first line comes from the philosopher Gaston Bachelard (1884 – 1962)

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Together We Go – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: intelligentliving.co   one of the many wonderful scenes of Italians engaging each other across balconies and courtyards during the lockdown.

 

“One thing I have seen spread faster than coronavirus: connection – with family, friends, and our communities.”  Charles F. Glassman

Together We Go

I sat in the
impenetrable darkness,
a Götterdämmerung,
heavens rent sky falling,
some devoted to the tyranny
of lesser gods, while
others tried to escape
that which cannot be escaped,
while others inhabit
the same space,
Longing for a love that
asks no questions,
embracing struggles
with the paradox that
you, I, we, together go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: Gotterdammerung – the twilight of the gods, popularised by Richard Wagner in his ‘Ring Cycle.’

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Release From Prism – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Identity

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“I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.”  Douglas Pagels

Release From Prism

By what prism am I,
that uneven self of self,
a composite of conventional norms,
or the spaces of my daily habits,
layers of false true selves
a rare glimpse of the who
I am and am not,
never really defined, though
partially admitted nine to five,
but ever incomplete,
arriving at myself time and again,
to change would be to risk the
imperfection of the who
I am becoming.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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This Is The Moment – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

Kim at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night where we are invited to choose one of our poems to post.

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“In every community, there is work to be done. In every nation, there are wounds to heal. In every heart, there is the power to do it.”  Marianne Williamson 

This Is The Moment

Bated breath I hold,
waiting to wave goodbye
to those century-old habits
that have imposed themselves
from the dusty corners
of my existence as familiars,
waiting for something
meaningful which lies
beyond the self,
communities of care,
where nothing is jaundiced,
and no one is consumed,
this is the moment
where we turn to each
other.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Reducing The Distance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Openness isn’t the end; it’s the beginning.”  Margaret Heffernan

Reducing The Distance

Fear and prejudice are manifest,
tearing at our hearts as
one fear begets another and
to step out of that slavery
is what brings us together,
reducing the distance of suspicion
where we discover each other
leaving no room for misunderstanding,
no longer wanting what I don’t want
and knowing that fulfillment is
that which is within is that
by which I live,
a hidden wisdom to
which I constantly respond
with surprise.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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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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Image: The work of Catherine Nelson and part of an extensive series called Other Worlds, see more at http://www.catherinenelson.com

 

“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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The New – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Friday – Normal

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“We sense that ‘normal’ isn’t coming back, that we are being born into a new normal; a new kind of society, a new relationship to the earth, a new experience of being human.”  Charles Eisenstein

The New

I woke to the strangeness of a patient silence
that filled an obsolete vision of worlds,
I climbed off that clanking thrusting beast
as it lay wasted in my stead
and entered the vast field of joy,
where I saw the end of privilege,
that once would have devoured all the
tomorrows, wasting them on the altar of want,
but now I am challenged,
times are many and the distance is near,
this is the new normal
and the choice is mine,
to accept responsibility
for futures now seen.

©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

Paul, pvcann.com

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