How Little – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Half the confusion in the world comes from not knowing how little we need.”  Richard E. Byrd

How Little

When the shadow takes all
we lose our deep, inner sight
and chaos presents
so beautifully as need,
as urgency,
wrapped and double wrapped
all shiny and shouting,
like sirens calling us onto the
rocks unaware,
how little we know ourselves,
and how little we really need.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Meal – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Delicious

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“I’ll come and make love to you at five o’clock. If I’m late, start without me.”  Tallulah Bankhead

The Meal

She came round at twelve for lunch,
the moment was perfect
so many flavours and textures and
we thoroughly indulged, noting later
that the meal was delicious too.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Gifted – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“Hope is a helium balloon. It is a wish lantern set out into the dark sky of night.”  Sharon Weil

 

Gifted

I want to laugh
as infectious giggles fill the air
a family,
its youngest gifted a balloon,
so enthralled, excited
running carefree,
trusting, or was it forgetting
with a letting go
just to see it floating,
the child was sad and crying,
but I really understood that balloon,
and I held it in my heart
gifted by its freedom.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Pelicans Align – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Hardy Inlet, Blackwood River, three pelicans in the shallows.

 

 

“Many pelicans fish by swimming in cooperative groups …”  National Geographic

Pelicans Align

Just a grey October day where
the river reflects its sky so well,
a flash of white dazzles on the
far eastern shoreline
a painter’s bold smudge,
the air murmurs but doesn’t move,
gulls and terns circle and pass,
suddenly the daub of paint moves
and catches my eye,
five birds take to the sky
thermal surfers wheeling and circling,
soon five more, and another,
till forty pelicans align in a
grace that belies their size
and somehow the world seems
to be a better place.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Real Food – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Food

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“I’ve begun to realise that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all of its own.”  Chaim Potok

 

The Real Food

Such a sumptuous feast
with food to die for,
true nurture for the body
is gift too for the soul,
inseparable elements,
but, even so
the real food that nurtures
is quite something else,
the presence of absence,
a stillness of silence
an inactive being
that enables me whole.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Trail – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Savour

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“The idea of waiting for something makes it more exciting.”  Andy Warhol

 

The Trail

The house is quite still though the door,
familiar evening smells permeate, and
soft jazz, a quiet horizon, fills my arrival
while the long hours have hungered me
and my stomach cries out,
but nothing could satisfy more than to
follow the breadcrumb trail you’ve left
for me to discover,
this unfamiliar familiarity,
and to savour its delicious steps
ever so slowly.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Lately – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Waddle

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“My eyes were in my feet.”   Nan Shepherd

Lately

As a child she’d waddled ungainly
the floors called home,
till that time of walking,
waking and leaving,
she’d sashayed for a while so svelte
till she’d entranced and captured another,
then in longer years unbridled in
unconscious freedoms
eventually returning to the beginning,
and lately she’s been waddling again
those floors called home.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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That familiar Smell – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines -Peanut Butter

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“Without peanut butter, I might starve.”  Judy Blume

That Familiar Smell

Oil sizzles and you knock back the heat,
the heart races as you pile in garlic, onion, chilli,
along with coconut milk, sugar and soy,
but it wouldn’t be satay, it wouldn’t be right
without two tablespoons of peanut butter.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Smiling Through – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Smile

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“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.”  Thich Nhat Hanh

Smiling Through

You’d had a day like a worn shoe
all downtrodden with face askew,
all frowned up not wanting to go,
and I was liberty
with you in my arms,
whispering our secret words
which curved your lips
and gleamed your eyes
as rising sun.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Extasis – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet the Bar

Bjorn at dVerse has invited us to speak metaphorically.

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Extasis

I desire to write the curves of you
that my fingers might dance you, and
having dipped my quill in the
dark well of your silken ink
that glides my page with
such soft egress,
we would language in caress
as whispered feathers
fly to purring clouds.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Extasis – Latin borrowed from the Greek – ecstasy or rapture.

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