This Once Warrior – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Keen – Word of the Day

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This Once Warrior

Her hand rested on his cheek
while she searched his face
not knowing how to approach
such cruel intimacy,
this once warrior
now spent
his sallow skin a mask,
a pale representation,
as he lay in quiet repose
already emptied of himself,
and in that moment
sadness washed over her
and a deep keening began
and remained
on her lips
until
she was wrung out
and dried
to a whisper.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Bathe – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Water, Water Everywhere

Taken in 2018 at the end of winter, the upper section of the Margaret River as it crosses a road.

 

Bathe

She purifies
as she runs down my body
in rivulets unprescribed
by orthodoxy
unconfined by any
but her own ancient
ways of caress
that runs deeply
through my
dry soul.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Treasured – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Baby Boy

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Treasured

Sperm and egg
gametes and zygote
the arch of her back and the deep moan,
we writhed elated and glazed
and treasured that baby boy.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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The Hungering – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Hungry – RDP Tuesday

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The Hungering

Those every minutes
the essence of time
ever pressing in on
the fondness of heart
like threads,
constricting
always conscious of the
second hand intruding
with the grief of lonely hours
and furtive meetings for solace,
hungering for each other
as if we’d been apart for
a very long time.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Performance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Ace – dVerse Poets

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Performance

He was the consummate performer,
tongue so adept his
words filled her void
taking her to
dizzying heights
where the feeling lingered
and the sighs were long,
she moaned and
along the carriage
faces stared,
it wasn’t her stop
but her performance
was over.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Refreshed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Rain – VJs Weekly challenge

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Video taken last winter, Blackwood river, Augusta.

Refreshed

If I could choose
it would be gentle rain
that soaks the earth
and kisses my skin
on warm days
when faded desires
need to be refreshed
and parched thoughts
need to be slaked
that the soil of my soul
will once again
bear gifts.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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I Burned – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do YouSee? Willow Poetry

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I Burned

I dreamt you lightening bird
twice you came to me
in the night
and I burned while
flames danced at my window
and you crackled
when I stroked your hair.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: The Lightening Bird is a mythological bird that was believed to be able to call down thunder and lightening (African mythology – Zulu and other peoples).

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Arche – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night 240

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Arche

The days were wonderfully broken
as joy overwhelmed
the ellipses of confusion
that threatened to interrupt
with no conscience as to feelings for
the things we could not give voice to
and which made us faint with such love
for the very numinous
we could sing
or even dance
but never speak
in a language yet known,
and all around us
the air was on fire.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: the word Arche (αρχη) originates in ancient Greece and speaks to the question of what might be the ultimate underlying substance, what is the first principle, but which is also undemonstrable?  (there’s a lot more to it than that of course but that’s essentially the idea). Anaximander is thought to the the first to use it. Anaximander’s student Anaximenes came up with a theory that posited that air was the first principle because it was possible for rarified air to become fire and therefore could become all five elements, meaning that this was the underlying substance.

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Lavabo – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Laundry – RDP Friday

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Lavabo

His hands were not dirty
though he offered them to the server
that they might be washed
in that ritual of hypocrisy,
an outward sign
of an inner need
where no one,
least of of all himself,
knew the depth
of the dirt within,
nor the extent of its torture
for those he prayed upon.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: Lavabo (sink, washing) and lavo: refers to laundry and other forms of washing, including ritual washing, hence the priest’s lavo at eucharist.

 

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One Red Sock – poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Daredevil – Word of the Day

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One Red Sock

Pettigrew was a stickler,
from Tuesdays to Sundays
he was all tidy and matched,
but on Mondays, Pettigrew
was an adventurer extraordinaire,
on Mondays he wore one red sock.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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