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Possible – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Foray – RDP Monday

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Possible

Now
after so long
it seemed possible
and in proximity
as we were
alone
close
my hand reached out for yours
a risk to break the impasse
of tenterhooks and butterflies,
awaiting reception
or, God forbid
a retraction, no
and as I turned
you leaned in,
and our hearts
were in our eyes.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Ramparts Of Fear – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Ramparts Of Fear

We built that fort from a dream
but the fantasy became a nightmare
as we dug that ditch of despair
and erected a palisade of sharp invective,
towers of lies,
ramparts of fear,
aiming our ideological long bows
at every initiative with
which we disagreed with vituperation,
locking the gates against reason,
and executing those who believed in change.

 

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Homeless Man – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Ugly – Word of the Day

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The Homeless Man

The homeless man had no claim on you
but you imagined it so
and resented him
for intruding your conscience
and awakening the possibility
that you might be his one
serendipitous moment,
accusing him of wanting money
you did not have, and
compassion you could not find,
without a word you judged him
while unaware
his very silence shamed you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Pure Phantasm – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Longing – Word of the Day

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Pure Phantasm

Strange days and motel beds,
a distance between us with
that small pocket of grief
we carry in the lone moments
of this wending journey
and, in a moment of elan,
I roll over and reach for you
in the solo of the night
and just as suddenly
come to my senses knowing,
in the drift of my dream,
that the pillow is a
pure phantasm of longing

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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To Bring Her Closer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Moon – Word of the Day

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To Bring Her Closer

Her face shone
lighting the whole
and she beamed knowing
that I adored her and
I resolved to
spend some time
weaving my heart-felt
love to bring her closer.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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April – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night 241 – April

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Notably, April is autumn in Australia and is less visually distinct, except for the introduction of deciduous plants which change colour and shed their leaves. In contrast most eucalypts shed all year round, and the only noticeable colouring of autumn is the green grass. But in the northern hemisphere it is spring. April means, following the Latin aperire, to open. I’m going with spring for this poem.

 

April

She was more than a little shy,
slow to blossom and
reluctant to show,
she clung to the covers of winter
fearing she’d catch cold,
but one warm day she unfurled
her buds so beautiful
limbs slender yet full
her nakedness was
utterly bewitching,
but only for a moment,
what really captivated
was the way she opened
inwardly for everyone
and touched the eyes
of their hearts.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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We Learned To bend – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Compromise – RDP Thursday

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“Love without sacrifice is like theft.” Nassim Nicholas Taleb

 

We learned To Bend

There is a oneness
that we found or,
perhaps, we made
of each other,
smoothing those edges
colouring the other,
what’s mine is yours
those worldly goods
some stayed and
some went,
we evolved together
and, on the shape
the colour,
the style or fad,
we learned to bend
more than a little
without breaking the
integrity that
held the core of us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Shadowy Mawk – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Love the words

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If you wanted an example of nonsense … here’s a pile 🙂

Shadowy Mawk

Shadowy mawk of an open crypt
you dust-tongued wizened husk I smell
skulking, grave-groping, gurgling mass
of a griddle slack squawk eternal,
a mere muffle-toed peep
or sad gingered scrape,
such a hare-heeled fluvial flunk
ever to creep horror loathed
mickle-hearted or
sulphur scrack.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Rejoicing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Rainy Day

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Rejoicing

Grey clouds the harbinger
soon the gift of the heavens will be bestowed
and earth will sigh and drink again,
I will run along that hill naked,
rejoicing in every drop.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Real Work –

Resting – dVerse Poets – Pub Talk

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Photo: Baladjie Rock, Westonia, part of the Great Western Woodlands, and as you can see it is alongside the extensive Baladjie Salt Lake system. One of a multitude of places I find restful.

The Real Work

I had plans for this afternoon
but plans had otherwise
a momentary distraction
I wandered in Eden
then sat for awhile
caressed by the sun,
as birds sang arias while
insects buzzed coded smiles
the flora seductive,
and the work of the day faded
I was as light as air
my shoulders unfettered,
I drifted beyond,
and I smiled knowing that
the real work had just begun.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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