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Come Join Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun with an invitation to write about cherry blossoms.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Cherry Blossoms

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“To find yourself, think for yourself.” Socrates

Come Join Me

Going to hell in a handcart seems infinitely better than joining with the elite ignorance of those who presume they're on for a visit to the angel bar in the ether. How can it be that we tolerate the essence of ego over integrity, where is the authentic one, where the grounded reality? How is it that we have put a gun to the head of community, in pursuit of self-indulgence?

Of course, it is infinitely more valid if we charge a small fortune  for courses that enable wrong choices to look like someone else, someone who knows the mantra. Surely it is time to self-prune, to take stock and account for the present moment? Whatever your disposition, my handcart has plenty of room, so come join me on the road to the hell that is not really hell, it is not what you'd imagine, but then, the path to a constructed heaven is just an irony of marketing, so what have you got to lose?

An autumn pruning
safeguards generous spring 
cherry tree smiling

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Autumn Days – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Let the rain kiss you.” Langston Hughes

Autumn Days

The air hung in thick threads, heavy and wet,
pressing into my empty thrumming temples,
all the while the humid demon possessing my
skin in a slick of salt that would never be 
expunged, dissolving into the fabric of my
dreams over the longest time and shaping 
my inward cries in search of nothing,
existing in the in-between, pulled by 
junctures and polarities, raising my arms to
the sky, touching horizons, floating into the
place beyond, waiting for the ring of thunder
and the catharsis of rain deep in my soul
that washes the world weariness from the
creases of my mind.

©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

Beyond

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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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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