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Precipice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Transported




“The only truth is music.” Jack Kerouac


As the world wrapped itself
too tightly for my liking,
I took refuge in a language
of emotion that swept my skin
with such feeling I entered
new realms where my heart
was painted with words of
precipice and left me faint,
inwardly I wept with joy,
transported to the
seventh heaven on waves
of ecstasy.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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We Raged – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – In The Time Of The Plague



“Hope begins in the dark.”  Anne Lamott


We Raged

We raged against that suppuration
of darkness that swallowed the night
and laid waste to the light,
that consuming plague, which
wrote itself on the hearts
of unwitting bystanders
near the corner store,
or the park railings,
unpicked by sweating masks
whose tired incantations
wrenched large at death,
and laid in arks
the valley of flowers
hinting at the new Jerusalem,
we did not go gently.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Illuminating – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on the subject of – What’s neither closed nor canceled.

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“Love is not a feeling in your chest, it is bending down to wash another’s feet.”  Andrew Peterson


From my sanctuary
I opened my window on life,
witnessing the sun illuminating
a single black cloud,
giving my all to this moment
I realized that my heart was open,
my spirit nourished,
and with bowl and towel
I washed the feet of strangers.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Rumours of More – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon




“What people have the capacity to choose, they have the ability to change.”  Madeleine Albright

Rumours Of More

For some time now there
have been rumours of more,
but the train has never
left the station, though
it has often tried,
perhaps it was too much,
living the struggles of emotion,
free, yet self-imprisoned,
your silent questions seared me
but you were too deep in thought
to hear my response above the
noise of the comforting routine,
and the clamour of the
unthinking platform of life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Who Are You? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


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“One’s own self is well hidden from one’s own self; of all mines of treasure, one’s own is the last to be dug up.”  Friedrich Nietzsche

Who Are You?

Have you always remembered who you are,
did you not lose yourself just once
in pursuit of what belonged to others?
And how did you leave and return to yourself?
What did you let go and what did you
pick up as you came home to you
that you might be real,
speaking changeling,
living imago?
Who are you,
do you remember?

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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I Wound A Path – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Contribution




“‘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



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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.


“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



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Cradled – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Lonely


Photo: north of Laverton.

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


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



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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.



“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,
she left red
for another day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Mythos -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon




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


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



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