What Does Love Cost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics

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“Anticipate charity by preventing poverty.”  Maimonides

What Does Love Cost?

What does love for others really cost,
what pain to wash their feet,
to serve and walk in other’s shoes,
and feed the hungry too,
what might that mean?
to give my coat and
be vulnerable, what then?
To forgive, no, really forgive,
how would that feel?
To live with an integrity that
values every form of life,
never seeking gain,
just imagine if we were
careless for the things
that alienate, the machine of empire,
the greed and gorge of living,
if we turned our guns to plough-shares
and plastic into roads,
just imagine what love might cost,
and go and cash the cheque.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Seeing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“The highest proof of the spirit is love.”  Albert Schweitzer

 

Seeing

When the prophet spoke
the wait was long and dry
till some shepherds called
though few believed their news,
I glimpse her if I’m careful
in children passing by,
birds, laughter, dragonflies,
faces on the street,
wise wind of Sophia
ancient eternal present,
heartfelt.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Put My Book Down – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the green.”  Robert Burns

I Put My Book Down

She came through the open door
dancing with abandon,
and unfurling bud my rose whose
delicate, wet, pink folds captivated
all my senses and I put my book down.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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An Open Window – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Looking out a window from different vantage points changes what you see …” Martha Ronk

 

An Open Window

An open window is a painting of
many and ever changing facets,
an eye to view the world immediate
through light and seasons,
and yet, if we dare to look
beyond the beyond,
to see through that
which we’d rather dream,
we might even catch a glimpse
of our deepest,
most vulnerable,
selves.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Hug

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“They invented hugs to let people know you love them without saying anything.”  Bill Keane

 

You

Like a lonely spaceship amidst the stardust
we can wander life aimlessly
bounded by the self,
wondering if there is anyone out there,
Our flesh our boundary
that imprisons the heart
and deceive the mind,
but for a longing to touch,
to hold and to belong.
At some point I sought a definition,
but though my mind was a blank
my heart said aloud,
a hug is you.

©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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“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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The Self Entwined – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving.”  Nayyirah Waheed

The Self Entwined

Amazing,
that moment,
that feeling,
when the edge is transcended
and the real is the moment,
things blur,
pulse races,
heart faints,
and then
somehow awakened,
only to see,
to know
that it is merely entanglement,
the self entwined
in a desire of its own,
seeking expression,
fulfilment,
perhaps, even
expiation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Mould – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Sylvia and Ted

Kim at dVerse has invited us to work on a form following the work of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes.

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“Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself?”  Henry David Thoreau

 

Mould

The question arises
an urgency, of course,
it is a matter of choice

of light or darkness
it’s hard to prove,
but one or other

must, with patience, or
ultraviolet
light across the floor,

show clearly the mess
whether spore or slime
gathered in pools of

water sitting in
my blackened shower
carefully displayed,

creeping nemesis,
a trap of deathly
slippage so discreet.

 

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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The Game – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Tuesday – Passage

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“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.”  Leonard Cohen

 

The Game

She reached for the old book once again as she did every Thursday afternoon. It was quieter here in the bookshop then, and she loved to pour over the pages in private, knowing that she would faintly mark a passage that he would find when, as he always did, came looking later, long after she had gone. It was a delicious game that hadn’t yet lost its charm. She found what spoke for her, placed a book mark and pencilled a dot next to “Let us go to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded …. there I will give you my love.” Sighing heavily, she placed the book back on the shelf and then found her way out of the shop. She set off, determined to buy some grapes before she made her way home. Smiling, she left her door unlocked.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Surely Not – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Moderation

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“Everything in moderation, including moderation.”  Oscar Wilde (his variation of an oft quoted piece usually attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson, who was using Plato’s original)

Surely Not

Doctor Temperance called me today,
knock back the booze, chocky and chips,
she said, laconically,
it’s the new religion!
But what about peace, love,
and breathing,
I want those in excess,
I said, and
there ended the new gospel.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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