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The Baggage Handler – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“We may define therapy as a search for value.” Abraham Maslow

The Baggage Handler

I paid her for the letting go,
those harboured thoughts
pushed down,
now surfacing again.

She listened from her somber chair
to my every grief,
her silent compassion
a soft incise carefully drawn.

My many wounds released,
those neatly folded feelings
that have travelled long within me,
she drew my truest sense of self.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

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The Anthropocene Hymnal

Edited by Ingrid Wilson and includes a host of well known writers, including yours truly, from WP available via Ingrid (PDF by donation – a WWF fundraiser) or on Amazon (Kindle or Paperback), Book Depository, or other.

Happy reading, Paul

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Another Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Young

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“It takes a long time to become young.”  Pablo Picasso

 

Another Me

In the mirror I am older now,
the taut youthful skin a little sallow,
and at times my body cries to slow,
but there is another me
who resides behind my eyes,
looking out on the world
as I have always done,
the young me
who lives past age.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Never – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Vain

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“War does not determine who is right – but only who is left.”  Bertrand Russell

Never

Never have the vainglories of death
been so exposed as in the spectre of war
where truth is so relentlessly sucked dry
by the ghouls of righteous capital,
so cheaply purchased by the blood of innocents,
for those who would never near the fight
as to get their morals dirty
nor their boots,
they are the ones who would kill their own
for the sake of a few inches of sand
and forty pieces of silver.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Jumbled Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The purpose – where I start –  is the idea of use. It is not recycling, it’s reuse.”  Issey Miyake

Jumbled Life

I went to the local op shop
to glimpse the passing of my life
in a multitude of styles and colours,
unboxed memories in
this museum of moments,
a house of bargains,
all recycled love
wondering where to home,
I took nothing tangible
but I left with joy
and the stirrings
of my childhood.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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1000 – Thank You

 

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Life is full of milestones. I began in 2013 on WordPress, but only in earnest in 2016. I returned to poetry in 2018 and have just completed 1 year of solid poetry blogging, which I’m really enjoying.

Many thanks to all of you who have taken time to read, and to those who have commented, it is so much easier to risk the words when others join the journey With you!

 

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Rouge Desire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Alchemy with Laurie Lee

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“That first long secret drink of golden fire, juice of those valleys and of that time, wine of the wild orchards, of russet summer, of plump red apples, and Rosie’s burning cheeks. Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again.”    ‘Cider With Rosie’ by Laurie Lee

The challenge by Laura Bloomsbury of dVerse Poets is to take a piece of prose by Laurie Lee and work it into a poem.

 

Rouge Desire

I drank of you that secret drink,
that juice of wild valleys
that moistened your ruby lips
of apple red seduction.

I sat with you in those russet hallways
of sun marked scapes of wonder,
and counted cotton candy clouds
that sugared us with joy.

Memories like clocks who ever know
how we loved each other like a
baroque lilting of romantic flow,
never scrumpy, always smooth as wine.

Your golden haired hypnotic dazzle
unforgettable in all eyes of seeing,
your fiery cheeks like rouge desire
for a love delighting in its time.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Bunyah Man -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Response

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Photo: abc.net.au Bunyah the farm where Les Murray one of Australia’s best known poets grew up as a child and returned as an adult many years later. A place that deeply influenced his poetry.

 

Bunyah Man

Taree was your last breath
so hard to think of a national treasure
dying ordinary in a nursing home,
what with thirty volumes
and a string of awards,
but now you’re gone,
ashes to ashes
dust to dust with
echoes of Bunyah
the Sydney Push,
conservative nomad
with ears to the ground,
a voice for the little person
and regard for the land,
the Queen’s gold medal
with just a little fame
you were large in life
and in name,
now you’re gone,
but your words remain.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Vale Les Murray

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That day that comes  has come for Australia’s leading poet and cultural icon Les Murray who died at the age of 80, today 29.4.19, with 30 volumes of poetry to his credit.

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Where Has All The Lustre Gone? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Lacklustre – Word of the Day

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Where Has All The Lustre Gone?

There’s a patina of despair
and everyone is jaded,
we’ve been bitten more that twice
by those we’ve elevated,
trust has flown the coop
while ideas cower in darkness
and those with tiny minds,
glove puppets of the bankers,
all come to my house
forever empty handed,
and lately I’ve been
looking for some lustre
but it’s lacking everywhere.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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