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Sighing – a poem in pleiades form by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse, Laura is hosting Poetics with an invitation to the Pleiades Form – seven lines of seven syllables, each line beginning with the first letter of the title which must be one word. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Stars That Count

Image: wallpapercave.com – Pleiades

“The Pleiades are there winking at me.” Ted Simon

Sighing

Seven being perfection,
spiritual without doubt,
sisters floating like lovers
sighing eternal yearns
stargazing dreams like voyeurs,
star dusting talis dreams of
spacious, luscious liminance.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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To Feel Again – a Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Kim is hosting Haibun Monday, inviting us to to write about our sense of wonder. dVerse Poets – Haibun Monday

Photo: Grass Tree (Xanthorrhoea), State forest, Mundaring.

“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.” John Burroughs

To Feel Again

Here in this place there is a sense of hope. To feel nature making her own way with a lush offering is a sensual privilege, to see to touch, to feel, to taste. The divinest of lovers. She is there, waiting, unmarried, mistress to no one. Waiting for all to come and sit alongside her charming soothe.

There is life in this place like no other. Even in that rotting humous, especially there, there is an abundance of life bursting before my eyes. Even in the dry rustling carpet, tenants and squatters alike come to feast, to produce life and to surrender it.

This is a place to be, just that, to be, to feel again, to be me, to be one of, one with, this crowd. Here I can connect, be grounded once more.

Where the grass tree grows
comes spring looking at me
I fly like feathers

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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A Lightness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.” Bob Dylan

A Lightness

Just to savour rather than capture,
to look rather than touch,
holding in the heart of the mind
a whist of chameleon memory
coloured by fragments of moments,
new insights from old feelings,
like clouds, not one the same,
in an ever present paradox of sky,
just to hold without holding,
a lightness where thoughts are
free to please as they come and go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Emerging – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about November, which in the north is Autumn while in the south is Spring.

dVerse Poets – Poetics

Photo: ‘Southbourne’ farm, Bakers Hill, the drive to the shearing shed.

“Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?” Neltje Blanchan

Emerging

Velvet cinnamon nights,
swirl-tongued around feelings
twined with gilt laden stubble
in halo vested fields where
warmth seeps into my bones,
restoring the ravages of winter's
scars once again, nested with 
feathered joy and such vaulted
awakening as if chrysalis like,
taking first breaths in a new
scape novembered almost, 
but not quite as before,
emerging adventitiously 
as no other.


©Paul Vincent Cannon

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I So Choose – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting the Quadrille and her invitation is to write (44 words) about happiness or a form of the word.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Happiness

Photo: travelchannel.com

“Happiness is a matter of one’s most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.” Iris Murdoch

I So Choose

The waves crashed in rolling the shore
like worn carpet in displaced surrender,
revealing troves of shiny detritus 
unrelated in my minds eye, yet in my
perceiving I teased out the synchronicities
which were there all along, waiting for my
happiness to be chosen.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Across The Waves – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sarah at dVerse is hosting Poets Pub tonight, and Sarah has invited us to “what3words” the idea is to locate yourself on a web map via what3words and three words are given, of which a poem from three to twelve lines will be constructed. dVerse Poets – Poets Pub – Three Little words

Photo: margaretrivermail.com The Augusta Yacht club out on the Blackwood River.

From what3words I received for my map reference – Indulged, Tended, Yachts.

“The fishermen Know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.” Vincent Van Gogh

Across The Waves

Moon shimmered on the Blackwood,
increasing the mood of night at the edges
of my senses, all of the yachts were tethered,
but I indulged to my heart and set sail
in feltness across the waves of feeling,
slipping through the gaps between 
black and slivers of silvered visions,
in rippled moments while moon 
tended my every direction.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Everything – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Pathetic Fallacy (conveying emotions/mood using references to weather).

Photo: Leeuwin-Naturaliste National Park – Hamelin Bay

“An optimist is the human personification of spring.” Susan J. Bissonette

Everything

My vulnerable bones fulminate against winter's lingering 
chill and my mouth speaks mistily of earth's grand tilt
south up, as Helios smiles dispelling the grey oppression
of now parting in weak resistance to the coming light 
that warms a promise of hope as nature speaks in loud 
colours of life, birthing out of rain's pregnant desire for 
something fresh, new, verdant, in my deepest self,
where buds are coiled in wait of springing forth into the
very next moment of the unmeasured joy of everything.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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In A Silence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Mish at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night when we are invited to submit a poem of our choice. dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

Photo: pxhere.com

“The night is more alive and more richly coloured than the day.” Vincent Van Gogh

In A Silence

I love the quiet place where the trees
meet the water and where the stars are
welcomed as friends who speak in a 
silence felt marrow deep as they search
my dark corners, lessening the dull
concerns of days lost of light and take me
once again colouring outside the lines of 
the narrow, and out, out beyond, to the 
potent throb of life that lives in the veins
of my freedom.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Letting Go – poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Creek in Mundaring

“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” Lao Tzu

Letting Go

I sat quietly by the creek,
lost in the meaningless meaning
of rushing water and found
myself in the moment of a
nothingness of doing and
time disappeared to irrelevance
where everything mattered and
nothing at all mattered much to me,
and when I rose I knew I could leave
that part of me that was always why.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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At My Drifting Edge – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Jack Gilbert, pinterest.com.au

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” Emily Dickinson

At My Drifting Edge

How to desribe the bigness of life
with the impatient failings of words
that judge and hem us in
making meaning so small,
skirting round the yeasty feltness
of things that desire to rise and grow,
life is big, love is bigger, an encompass
of the wholeness of we,
but I found at my drifting edge
of view a simple grey feather,
a dovely gift of no decimal value
that in its dullness shone
with promises of hope,
that all the coin of the world
could never be given receipt.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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