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Only We – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – I’m learning (together we grow)

Photo: Adina Voicu

“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” Rumi

Only We

Even together we are incomplete, incongruous,
unlikely conspirators in the mystery of life,
betrayed by a singularity poised by suspicion
and a boundaried protection of all that is sole,
the furnace of time smelts a truth of other 
in the wrestling and wrangling of all that is plural,
where the sense of oneness is shared in other,
and where autumn leaves and summer sun, tiny wrens,
moments of wonder, kisses and home truths, shared 
dreams and existential questions would hold no 
meaning, besides, with who would I share these
seeming pathetic vignettes, only we make meaning
of these ordinary treasures.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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The Dream Jewel – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Mylene,

“Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.” Lord Byron.

The Dream Jewel

Where is the jewel I dreamt
in this sea of ordinary stones,
where shines the emerald, the 
ruby, on this dusty plain,
I searched everywhere and I
looked long and hard down
lanes and valleys, hoping for 
some seeker's sign to point me
on my way, until that day, a
perfect day, a glint shone 
through the melancholic dust,
the most precious jewel I'd 
ever seen, she held me in 
her beauty, a beauty deeper 
than the eye perceived.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Exhaling Hope – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: the A fractal – never ending and infinitely complex patterns that repeat across scales. They exist between our familiar dimensions.

“The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” Martin Luther King Jr. (which he borrowed from Theodore Parker)

Exhaling Hope

Fractals of compassion,
microscopic beauty
clear to the naked eye in
the everyone journey of justice,
bending that arc and 
shortening its awaited time,
holding ourselves accountable
for neighbours of every 
living kind, that all might
breathe as we breathe,
inverting mindlessness,
exhaling hope.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Her Warrior Code – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Warrior

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“She wasn’t looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword.” Atticus

Her Warrior Code

In the fog faintly came a path,
a clarity of who into doing,
born of the finest of blades,
a natal instinct so sharp it
would pass through love
unharmed, undivided, yet
the slightest sting, the steely 
eye, the voiced tone, just as the 
cradle rocked out she desired 
to nail the dissonance
arraigned against her sacrifice
of flesh to breath for a 
posterity of loved immortality,
birthed in a raw need to  not
be alone in the rags of polished
lies of promises long laughed
as known deceptions of self
flaunted as normal, but no,
she floated past the asphyxia
and sliced through the harm
laden treacle of judgement,
her warrior code carrying her
sacred child to templed life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Beyond – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: State Forest, Mundaring.

“If you go into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything.” Alan Watts


The forest edges to newness and I want to 
run into it, roll, sit, walk stand in it,
embody the quiet growth as the dry 
relinquishes to life renewed, breathing
after breath too long held, to fill my 
senses to an ecstasy beyond the big O
as every sound, smell and sensation
rushes through my desiccated soul,
till finally, overcome, I want to sleep
with her silence.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Hung By Threads – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Intimacy

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“Real intimacy is a sacred experience.” John O’Donohue

Hung By Threads

We were sleek gazelles 
caught in the moment of spring,
drawn to sup the youthfulness
of our open, tender flesh,
mirrored in our eyes of lusted,
dilated caresses, dishevelled
electric pulses flushed on skin,
opening us to summered days
of trusted space and listened
moments so raw that we hung
by threads of breathless knowing
unborn of reason, and the once 
moist latch now open to the 
treasured feltness of heart,
bonded as healed wounds,
and vested in renewed seeing 
that we dared to share as we 
grazed the plains of intimacy
unafraid of lions.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Decisions In Darkness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“If the sun and the4 moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.” William Blake

Decisions In Darkness

Moon's presence was softness as quiet
decisions in darkness are better made,
and only gentle light is welcomed in the
moments of internal quest when 
everything is on the cusp and sighing 
takes over as everything fills and nothing
yet makes any sense, and even knowing
cannot defeat feeling the intensity held
within, only moon can hold that space 
in a dissonance of calm tension in the 
heat of discernment.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Can I? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“When someone receives us with open-hearted, non-judging, intensely interested listening, our spirits expand.” Sue Patton Thoele

Can I?

So simple to shut out all the extraneous 
clutter of the street, lyrical airwaves,
garden sounds flying through the
windows buzzing, quelling even what 
my mind is captive to, captivated by,
placed on hold, but can I really listen,
sure, I can hear you, but can I really
attend to what is wrestled in your
meaning, conveyed by your feeling,
I can feel your voice, but can I feel
your words at their core across the 
space that is you, not you, 
and me, not me, can I listen deeply 
to the fulness of you?

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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The Keening – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

Frank at dVerse is hosting Haibun Monday and the theme is Happy Halloween. dVerse Poets – Haibun – Happy Halloween


“I can see lights in the distance trembling in the dark cloak of night. Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing a waltz on All Souls Night.” Lorena Mckennitt

The Keening

Moving, yet completely still within herself as night pressed in gently around her, she stopped in a felt moment and stood in what seemed a right place of heart. Her bare feet connecting the hallowed ground, she raised her arms to the stars and danced in saintly solace, this way and that. She keened for love departed, for all her loves departed. She keened for the unknown. As the stars passed her voice softened to a love song, for all the faces now present as she had re-membered them. Her eyes opened with morning warmth and a garland of dew.

Hidden beyond stars
love remembered in thinness
as lotus shines.

 ©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: the ancient Celts always believed that the spirit world interacted in special moments in "thin" places, the place between the secular and the spirit world was thin, touchable, knowable. Most often these thin places were in groves. Celtic Christians carried this into their own theological world view.                                                                                                                                                                                 


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Rumbling – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Peter at dVerse is hosting Meeting The Bar and his invitation is to write a poem based around sounds.

dVerse Poets- Meeting The Bar – Let your words ring out


“I’ll have what she’s having” (cafe patron played by Estelle Reiner) ‘When Harry Met Sally’


Stiletto staccato on platform five
invites leather soul antiphon, an
echo of his quiet love quickening
her pulsing temple oblivious to 
the bustle of the milling crowd
passing in the shadows, 
oblivious to the hum in this nest
of hulking, clanking metallic beasts
whose breath shouts for presence,
aware only of reaching into each 
other with shivering groans,
the whole place rumbling as they
filled its emptiness, she smiled,
he was confused, he hadn't 
expected that train to come in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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