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Part Of Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See?



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Part Of Me

I took a step
a risk, and
I felt pain,
here I’m safe,
you see part of me
but not the whole
I’m keeping some of me
for me,
and, when I’m ready,
perhaps I’ll share some more
of who I really am.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, psychology, Quadrille

Will Always Colour – poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Obvious – Word of the Day


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Will Always Colour

Amidst the 7.7
to be yellow in a sea of grey
or a light in the darkness
that point of difference
comes at the great price
of being yourself
rather than being others,
sameness blends and fades
but the real you
will always colour.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Quadrille

Never Still – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

In-Between – VJs Weekly Challenge



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Never Still

The impasse is my own
a junction of life,
my path,
a familiar and worn shoe
now uncomfortable to wear
in some ways and yet,
well, not entirely so,
but all those yesterdays
completely true
though now, while
still with no regret
a Sense of why?
But it is what it is,
what it was as now,
I’ve always been in the in-between
yet never still.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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I Am Where I Am – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Escape – Word of the Day


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I Am Where I Am

That one dream
to be set free of
all that feels suffocating
about this life,
to escape the calendar
and the minutiae of
papered responsibilities,
is an artful Trojan horse
of sorts,
for I am where I am
and nowhere else,
I only ever escape to me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Vibrant – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Marigolds




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I invited you once to tea
in those salad days of summer past,
you were a vibrant garland
that bordered my soul
with hope.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Note: the humble Calendula – Marigold, is one of my fave flowers. I have had it inn tea, a friend was familiar with it qualities as a dye, and I’ve had it in salad.


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Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, life, nature, poem

That To Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse poets – Theories


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That To Love

Ologies and osophies abound
like turgid solipsisms
clouding the mind,
I am this and this is mine,
lines and banners
scowl and grimace,
but there is one thing
above all,
to love others as
you would of yourself
that golden rule
a crown of the heart
that ever expands,
as Hubble once showed,
or that the One is
ever becoming,
a similar plane
underpinned by
an unconditional
outward gifting
of love,
of self
the beauty of when
theory becomes practice.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Filed under Free Verse, life, love, mindfulness, poem

Complicated – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Up – Quadrille


This is entirely antithetical


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It’s complicated
but then it always is,
if maybe could be yes
and more certain
I might take that risk,
why spoil the moment with
a probable no?
she has no clue
and if I even hint
the jig might well be up.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, relationship, romance

The Piper – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Plangent – RDP Monday


Photo: youtube.com The Irish Drone (similar, but not to be confused with Scottish bagpipes)

The Piper

The piper rose
while the gathered,
unaware of how he
would rattle their hearts,
remained somnambulant
in reflection,
someone coughed and
attention gained a moment,
then the piper struck
a sombre note
and as one the gathered rose
as the sonorous sound of
Amazing Grace
consumed our hearts
with waves of melancholy
as we plunged young Tom
into the ground
that could we
we would warm,
and just as suddenly as
the sound had come,
it ceased,
while yet our bodies

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Filed under Free Verse, grief, life, music, poem

Bunyah Man -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Response



Photo: abc.net.au Bunyah the farm where Les Murray one of Australia’s best known poets grew up as a child and returned as an adult many years later. A place that deeply influenced his poetry.


Bunyah Man

Taree was your last breath
so hard to think of a national treasure
dying ordinary in a nursing home,
what with thirty volumes
and a string of awards,
but now you’re gone,
ashes to ashes
dust to dust with
echoes of Bunyah
the Sydney Push,
conservative nomad
with ears to the ground,
a voice for the little person
and regard for the land,
the Queen’s gold medal
with just a little fame
you were large in life
and in name,
now you’re gone,
but your words remain.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Filed under challenge, Country, Free Verse, life, poem, poetry

Beginnings – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Road – RDP Sunday


Photo: the Norseman – Hyden Road looking west.


Roads are like wounds upon the land
convenient scars
of destiny,
lines thrust into beauty
with crests of mystery
the rumble of corrugations
and puthering dust,
a testimony to repetition
memories of destinations
deep places of the heart,
my life has been roads
macadam and dirt
some once,
some thrice,
and endings that
are just beginnings after all,
but some I”ll travel no more.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, poem