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That Time Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.” Frederic Lawrence Knowles

That Time Again

Tilt for tat,
the ground shifted so,
it was that time again when
moon put on her evening wear
and danced a little anticipation
of solstice in advent of summer's
welcome return to evenings of 
wine and stars on cicada wings,
and thermal balm as love floated
so gauche with seasoned knowing.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Everything – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Pathetic Fallacy (conveying emotions/mood using references to weather).

Photo: Leeuwin-Naturaliste National Park – Hamelin Bay

“An optimist is the human personification of spring.” Susan J. Bissonette

Everything

My vulnerable bones fulminate against winter's lingering 
chill and my mouth speaks mistily of earth's grand tilt
south up, as Helios smiles dispelling the grey oppression
of now parting in weak resistance to the coming light 
that warms a promise of hope as nature speaks in loud 
colours of life, birthing out of rain's pregnant desire for 
something fresh, new, verdant, in my deepest self,
where buds are coiled in wait of springing forth into the
very next moment of the unmeasured joy of everything.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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At My Drifting Edge – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” Emily Dickinson

At My Drifting Edge

How to desribe the bigness of life
with the impatient failings of words
that judge and hem us in
making meaning so small,
skirting round the yeasty feltness
of things that desire to rise and grow,
life is big, love is bigger, an encompass
of the wholeness of we,
but I found at my drifting edge
of view a simple grey feather,
a dovely gift of no decimal value
that in its dullness shone
with promises of hope,
that all the coin of the world
could never be given receipt.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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It dies Before It Is Born – poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Satisfying

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“There will never be complete satisfaction in this life, satisfaction is an illusion …”  Amit Kalantri

It Dies Before it is born

What might we agree that is truly satisfying?
this definition of perpetual waiting
for the next moment or event in time,
what is satisfying is only in the moment
here now, gone tomorrow,
and, when the moment comes,
it dies before it is born,
and yet we go on seeking,
sometimes missing life
in hot pursuit of this
elusive experience.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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The Herald Of Summer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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Photo: Billyacatting Reserve

 

“Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.” Gretel Erlich

 

The Herald Of Summer

There’s a corner of the garden,
a remnant of native bush
that I love to wander,
especially now, as the air is warmer,
but before I even feel that
I know it by the crunch and crackle
of those hardy leaves,
the daily autumnal, the
herald of summer,
and the smell,
yes the smell of eucalypts
in this dry avenue
is to be inhaled as fine whiskey,
and, in the stillness
the quiet is a rarefied sharpness
that carries its own energy
pierced only by cicadas and magpies,
and I float in my senses
past bees and dragonflies
as friends.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Surrender – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Friday Fun – Waves

Video taken July 2018 at Redgate Beach, Western Australia. It was so windy I was having trouble balancing as testified by the camera wobble. As I pan to the left, what should be open sandy beach is awash with waves and sand loss. It has been stormy here again this week as autumn gives way to winter once again.

 

Surrender

The old engine is thrumming again,
nature’s pistons pounding the beach,
sand ever giving way,
what other choice could there be
in the face of such force?
Resistance?
Or surrender
and be one with all,
either way is death,
but only one is enlightening.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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April – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night 241 – April

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Notably, April is autumn in Australia and is less visually distinct, except for the introduction of deciduous plants which change colour and shed their leaves. In contrast most eucalypts shed all year round, and the only noticeable colouring of autumn is the green grass. But in the northern hemisphere it is spring. April means, following the Latin aperire, to open. I’m going with spring for this poem.

 

April

She was more than a little shy,
slow to blossom and
reluctant to show,
she clung to the covers of winter
fearing she’d catch cold,
but one warm day she unfurled
her buds so beautiful
limbs slender yet full
her nakedness was
utterly bewitching,
but only for a moment,
what really captivated
was the way she opened
inwardly for everyone
and touched the eyes
of their hearts.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Rejoicing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Rainy Day

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Rejoicing

Grey clouds the harbinger
soon the gift of the heavens will be bestowed
and earth will sigh and drink again,
I will run along that hill naked,
rejoicing in every drop.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Miscellany Of Seasons – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poets Pub

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Photo: Borannup Forest, an autumnal hue.

 

The Miscellany Of Seasons

I sat in the sun
as summer gave way to autumn while
I listened to the earth’s perambulation
as Solomon waxed lyrical
about all manner of things binary,
I drifted off at some point
becoming more aware of
how things blend and meld
how discontinuity and dissonance
are ever turning in my days
and how perennial experience can be
in the cycles of life,
most especially when we think we’re done
with all of that stuff,
I was struck by the miscellany of seasons
and how nature turns up
without Gregorian appointment
in a kairosian space
where all is awakening
and where peace with everything
is never too late.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Καιρος (Kairos) is a Greek word from ancient times that carries the meaning of opportune time, more specifically in Jewish and Christian thinking it carries the meaning of God’s timing. I have bent the word to make kairosian.

Paul, pvcan.com

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Disordered In Fact – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Seasonal – 5 Lines

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Disordered In Fact

We agreed on this much,
that the seasons were changing, disordered in fact,
more snow, more rain, more heat than before,
new seasons were evolving,
but, out of fear, we chose ignorance over facts.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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