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Leaving Me Wondering – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: along the beach at Leeuwin.

“The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.” Lucretius

Leaving Me Wondering

Water loved you wet,
bathing your roughened pain,
revealing your inner smooth,
toned, grain to my careful eyes
of wander along your skin so
warm holding the sun, nestled 
together against the tide of times,
leaving me wondering how you 
knew to be here.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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As Before – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word or its forms – Smudge.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Smudge

Photo: The point where the brook feeds into the ocean – Ellensbrook – its indigenous name is Mokidup.

“The land knows you, even when you are lost.” Robin Wall Kimmerer

As Before

The wind pierced me so
in beautiful ways, of which
words fail in the telling;
clouds painted the sky,
touching your rays and I
took them by the hand,
knowing, as before, your
joy would wash the earth
and smudge my soul with
gratitude.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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The Joy Of The Mellow – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word or its forms – Curiosity.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Curiosity

Photo by Monstera from Pexels

“Contentment is the greatest form of wealth.” Acharya Nagarjuna

The Joy Of The Mellow

I pass no judgement,
(and yet, of course, I do)
details are never important,
though to be curious is never
to be shamed, rather, celebrated,
as points of departure from the
sameness of repetitions,
as for grief, while aware, I'm
incuriously embracing the mellow.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Between – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the homograph wound in both its forms.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Wound

Photo: Adobe stock – found at – simplemost.com

“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” Rumi

Between

The love wound wound itself around my 
heart sharp, like a cilice, offering exquisite 
devotional pain, and the more I wrestled 
with the feeling, the more it gripped the 
whole of me leaving me between the 
pain of regret and the joy of desire.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Some Need Fire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using the word seed.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Seed

Photo: a shot from the Beelu National Park, Mundaring, this section was last control burned about three years ago, thee regrown understory is great to see.

“The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?” Jack Kornfield

Some Need Fire

The magnitude of a seed is mostly 
only noticed in death, in dying it 
rises not once, but many times, 
some need humidity, or damp 
mixed with dark, some need fire
to release their souls, which makes
me wonder what nurtures me to grow.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Finally – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Jarrah Loops Trail, autumn.

“Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.” George Eliot

Finally

Autumn finally arrived,
although it was already quietly
lurking in the corner of my eyes,
having slept in, ignoring summer's
alarm well past the expected,
slowly disrobing to bare limbs
and those austere, rosy tones,
precursors to winter's grey wilds,
and cosy, snug hibernation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Want Some Bother? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word bother or some form of it.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Bother

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“The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.” Sun Tzu

Want Some Bother?

The bar humming good,
a well oiled crowd humoured up,
but you know how it is, a slip, 
a nudge in innocent times,
he went off, threatening all in
his path until one leaned in
with a steely eye, "ere', you
want some bother?"

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Love Ferments – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words), the invitation is use the word wine or some form of it.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – In Praise of the Grape

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Syrah, also known as Shiraz, is a dark-skinned grape variety grown throughout the world and used primarily to produce red wine.

“If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the night.” D.H. Lawrence

Love Ferments

Usually demur,
Syrah comes to flaunt and
flirt in summer, her buds 
more rounded, tan deep, 
kisses full of spice, 
just breathe, she laughs,
as we toast the sky and
and all that lives in a vine
filled world;
like wine,
I could bottle her.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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To Loose The Mooring – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Quadrille (44 words) inviting us to use the word or any of its forms – knot.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Knot





Photo: found at easywallprints.com

“…. the great difficulty is to say yes to life.” James Baldwin

To Loose The Mooring

I just wanted to see what would happen,
to untie the knot and slip the hawser,
just to loose the mooring and see 
where the tide would take us,
to cast off from these predictable days,
life, sometimes it's in the letting go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Ever Seeking – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting Quadrille with an invitation to write using the word or a form of the word, swift.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Swift

Photo: A male Swift moth, Wonboyn, NSW, by Paul Whitington

“How is it that moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.” Barbara Kingsolver

Ever Seeking

Darting, you seemed aimless,
fluttering, turning, round and
round across the indelicate
soils of mischance in the fading
western light, where once you
sowed havoc in the darkened
layers of life, just a humble
swift moth, ever seeking her
feathered light in the night.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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