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I Wound A Path – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Contribution

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“‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”  Alfred Lord Tennyson

I Wound A Path

Many have tried to straighten the path of love,
to paint it smooth and make it certain,
but where is love without pain
or the threshold of uncertainty
that it might stir the heart
and rack one’s mind in sweet turmoil?
How could one surrender if there was
nothing to surrender for?
Where is triumph without a fall?
What dullness!
Not me. I wound a path
and risked the fall,
that was my contribution.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Real – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

At dVerse Grace is hosting Open Link Night where we are invited to post a poem of our own choosing.

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“They are the chosen ones who have surrendered.”  Rumi

The Real

Ordinarily, power navigates life,
and we only surrender in that
moment when we can go no more,
because surely that is safe and
we have dignified our ego
and justified our place,
but the alchemy of life
conspires against us,
drawing us to rise to
the real hero’s journey of
courageous humility and that
strange discomfort of
scant attention to self.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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Cradled – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Lonely

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Photo: north of Laverton.

“Loneliness can be conquered only by those who can bear solitude.” Paul Tillich

Cradled

I craved the silence
until it crashed hard against me,
leaving me breathless for more,
wanting to run from the precipice
of that dance of paradox,
wanting not wanting,
having, resisting,
taking a leap,
being caught up by those
non-existent arms,
cradled against the lonely,
held within the chaos,
safe in my uncertainty.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Red Line – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Seeing Red

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about the colour red.

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“If you accept the expectations of others, especially negative ones, then you will never change the outcome.”  Michael Jordan

Red Line

She wasn’t sure why
red had always unsettled her
in ways she couldn’t quite speak,
though she knew an answer
lurked deep within,
she put the book down
and occupied the window,
distracted, sighing,
trying to locate her feelings
which the red line had evoked,
a teacherly line,
forbidding, shaming,
a smallness crept in,
she felt it in her skin,
exposed to the world again.
A bird lighted on the sill,
now engrossed,
undone,
she left red
for another day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Mythos -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“In order to stay relevant, you have to stay open to new trends and keep educating yourself. You have to keep evolving.”  Natalie Massenet

Mythos

We speak out of one world
the mythos of our dramatized lives,
all and one speaking differently,
exhausting ourselves to be
refashioned as relevant,
we feel so free, but are we in a
sense just falling through the
habitual lines of our self-limitations,
failing to be curious about each other,
entering the skeletal ruins of our
beliefs, knowing that the thing
is not a thing until it is known
by love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Sang My Exile – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Let us put it generally: if a regime is immoral, its subjects are free from all Obligations to it.”  Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

I Sang My Exile

I didn’t understand the beginning
let alone the disappointing ending
that never came past my mind,
an exit wound of bridges collapsed
in rivers of impenetrable ink
coursing primitive territories
where I walked my concerns
and talked my shortcomings,
feeding off subcultures,
those cults of dark rebellion
that slither in alleys
to light the way,
it was there that I
sang my exile.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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This Sacred Ground – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Flat Rock, along the Blackwood River.

“Your sacred space is where you can find yourself over and over again.”   Joseph Campbell

 

This Sacred Ground

The fruit of adolescence recaptured
that old reckless abandon,
a fearless letting go returned
as I came across the first stone,
I was moved, overcome, and I cast
myself upon the sweet-smelling earth,
kicking off my shoes in a Moses moment,
daring to touch this sacred ground
the very core of me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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A Simple Hope – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: at the back of Tamma Park, Merredin. Sun shining through the rain clouds.

 

“The most precious light is the one that visits you in your darkest hour!”  Mehemet Murat Ildan

A Simple Hope

I saw her lips move
but no sound evolved
her eyes stone cold
in her heavy void,
that inner world
of the paper house
waiting to be torched
in a celebration of survival,
a rising beyond the
everyday ordeals,
nightmares,
but a lock is always an invitation,
so I ventured to speak a simple hope,
that we might just find a summer
in the midst of our winter.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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Fiction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet The Bar – Final Couplet

Frank at dVerse has invited us to write a poem, but which must end with a rhyming couplet.

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“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”  Marcel Proust

Fiction

The fetish of nostalgia reeks
like overripe banana in
an open bin on a hot day,
vanguard of decay in this
haunt of demons
waiting to persuade me,
to humiliate proud memories
that now enter the picture
distorted by time’s passing,
exposed hubris,
a repressive fiction
needing confessional diminution,
awaiting with shreds of contrition.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Flaking Legends – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: gdaypubs.com.au The former One Tree hotel in Hay.

 

“While all old people have been young, no young people have been old, and this troubling factor engenders the frustration of all parents and elders, which is that while you can describe your experience, you cannot confer it.”  Andrew Solomon

Flaking Legends

An incomplete picture,
flaking legends,
broken frames and corry,
the place of rusted stories
the utterances of elders
railing conformities,
shaping new spirals
of futures undreamed,
incomplete visions verging,
questioning what we know,
let alone what we believed,
myths of belle époque
passing in the night
as we swept history aside
and made our own songs.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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