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The Point Of Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Nothing

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“Free yourself from the burden of feeling the need to hold on to anything. Let go … you are a part of everything.”  Steve Maraboli

 

The Point Of Nothing

The point of nothing is
precisely the point,
the indecipherable point of everything,
as much as every colour is white
in the making, a surrender,
nothing is everything at one let go,
having it all by having none,
you cannot imprison love
for it ceases to exist,
only when it is set free
can it truly be.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Her Lips – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Monday – Pastel

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“And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself.”  Charles Baudelaire

Her Lips

She loved bright colours
which were all of her moods,
and a sense of all the places
she’d like to be,
but after the party and
“would you like to come in?”,
after highs and highest,
and nights of a thousand kisses,
her lips mellowed to pastel.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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That Melolagnia – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Music

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“When life or love gets dull, adjust your sensuality.”  Lebo Grand

 

That Melolagnia

His deep bass
voice
shivered her spine
and his strumming
made her faint,
all that four-four
was a beautiful play,
and he played her to the edge
of the clef.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Shopping Spree – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 lines – Shopping

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“I’ve been dating since I was fifteen. I’m exhausted. Where is he?”  Kristin Davis

 

Shopping Spree

Two-toned, big boned, large lips,
small nation ego no less, shallow,
beer gut, skinny ribs, twinkle toes,
halitosis roulette on a long credit line,
dating so many faces without result.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Hug

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“They invented hugs to let people know you love them without saying anything.”  Bill Keane

 

You

Like a lonely spaceship amidst the stardust
we can wander life aimlessly
bounded by the self,
wondering if there is anyone out there,
Our flesh our boundary
that imprisons the heart
and deceive the mind,
but for a longing to touch,
to hold and to belong.
At some point I sought a definition,
but though my mind was a blank
my heart said aloud,
a hug is you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Game – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Tuesday – Passage

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“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.”  Leonard Cohen

 

The Game

She reached for the old book once again as she did every Thursday afternoon. It was quieter here in the bookshop then, and she loved to pour over the pages in private, knowing that she would faintly mark a passage that he would find when, as he always did, came looking later, long after she had gone. It was a delicious game that hadn’t yet lost its charm. She found what spoke for her, placed a book mark and pencilled a dot next to “Let us go to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded …. there I will give you my love.” Sighing heavily, she placed the book back on the shelf and then found her way out of the shop. She set off, determined to buy some grapes before she made her way home. Smiling, she left her door unlocked.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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As Love Awakens – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Friday – Decorated

“The henna on her hand, smells of his love.”  Lonely Bear

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As Love Awakens

To waken
where she’s always wakened,
just once more, before
her beloved enfolds her in his world,
the smells and sensation of this
moment will last long into memory,
the henna carrying more than its sum,
a cipher for waiting and longing
and pointing to a tear
that rends the heart, just as
it promises adventure,
soon the paste will dry,
it will fade and blur,
but not her love, her love
decorates her heart,
her love will shine
as she awakens.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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You Are – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to use the word crack in a quadrille. In Ireland (whence came my ancestors) crack, or craic means fun or fun friend (and a host of other allied meanings).

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“I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.”  Helen Keller

You Are

By the river the cafe
near the garden with us
in the midst of the crowd
you danced liquid,
your eyes laughing
before your lips,
the sun reflecting your smile
and warming my heart,
and, for all the world,
you’re such a good craic.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Gratia Participo – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night – Thankfulness

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“Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.”

Gratia Participo

Moments inhabit our togetheredness
all that has gone before of
memory skin
familiar senses
looking deeply into soul
where a certain light shines,
a resonance, reflection,
knowing the other,
moving,
never captive to yesterday,
emerging,
ever thankful
for the new day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: see how the Latin carries the purity of thankfulness as a verb form, it is something that we do.

Paul, pvcann.com

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They Are Taking Down The Tree – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

Last week at dVerse we were invited to write a 144 word prose piece based on a line from a Jane Kenyon poem. But I was also struck by the title of said poem – Taking Down The Tree – and I have used that for a further 144 word prose piece.

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“Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.”  Rabindranath Tagore

They Are Taking Down The Tree

The city workers come with steel teeth to eat our tree. It’s only mid-morn, and yet a darkness pervades the space before us, just as it must have done for anyone attending a public execution in the past. Powerless, we voice our dismay, but shields, batons and spray are on hand to hold our anger at bay. No presumption of innocence, no defence asked, guilty as charged! We’ve decided, says the Suit, policy obscure, too much mess, inconvenience, it’s old, it must go. And the workers laconically quote Nuremberg while wiping their hands. Powerless we watch as the teeth awaken with a roar, eager to chew and tear. They are taking down the tree. Piece by piece, a clinical kill. And as the final cut  is made, I’m powerless, rasping, struggling to breathe. They’ve cut my lungs across the street, across this darkening world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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