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Fragments Of You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Splinter – Word of the Day

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Fragments Of You

I remember,
as a child you were
sometimes so terrifying,
your anger could splinter my whole being,
and now, years later,
you are gone,
the terror long subsided,
my self more complete,
now I am trying to put together
the fragments
of you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Life Is Never Solitary (Despite The Hype) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Accomplish – Word of the Day

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Photo: the top of Bluff Knoll, it had been on my bucket list for decades, and with Jon, made it to the top in 2016, an accomplishment relished.

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It looked like this for 80% of the climb, a hard slog.

“Because a thing seems difficult for you, do not think it impossible for anyone to accomplish.”  Marcus Aurelius

 

Life Is Never Solitary (Despite The Hype)

Would you always have it easy street,
or would you face the slough and slope
as opportunity?
Crags as character,
crevasse as challenge,
boulders as mirror to true the Self,
where anger becomes a fading rhetoric,
and tears release without remorse,
with confidence at twenty-twenty.
To place the pitons of trust,
as you negotiate, transversely,
the rugged terrain of relationships,
sometimes forsaken,
sometimes embraced,
while fear merely companions,
urging you on to greater feats,
if you would but grasp the rope,
to finally reach the top,
and see the scope of the venture,
knowing that the accomplishment
is worth everything,
but that it is never a solitary
achievement.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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With Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Forlorn – Word of the Day

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With Love

Those days,
when it all comes crashing down,
and logic whispers …
but the roar of misery is greater,
and though friends call round,
the pain lingers and,
though the tent of joy is rent wide,
the seamstress you need most,
is self-understanding,
cum amore.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Bon Appetit – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Appetite – Word of the Day

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Bon Appetit

Life!
Not an oxymoron!
So, take a bite,
then take another,
and don’t stop,
life’s to be had,
the perpetual slice
for any appetite,
never filling,
always fulfilling,
have your cake and eat it,
and there’s more,
the menu is constantly changing,
bon appetit.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Feathered It – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Lightness

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“Deep listening is the kind of listening that can help relieve the suffering of another person. You can call it compassionate listening. You listen with only one purpose: to help him or her to empty their heart.”  Tich Nhat Hanh

 

Feathered It

Life’s thirty kilos was on my back all day,
so heavy my mind was bowed and my soul weighed down,
till I sat with you at days end and
you lightened my burden as you received my
leaden tale and feathered it with wings to fly away.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Days – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: sunrise at Jindalee.

 

Days

I sometimes wonder how days feel,
we enter them,
mark the hours as sacred,
rue the late,
resist the early,
regret some and
rejoice in others.
Immerse,
focus,
and lose ourselves in days,
of joy,
of grief,
of love,
anticipation,
with each new day,
something, but
how do days feel?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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I Fell – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Breathtaking – Word of the Day

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“Those mornings when we kiss and surrender for an hour before we say a single word.”  David Levithan, ‘The Lover’s Dictionary’

 

I Fell

I stood on the precipice of your beauty,
swooning,
dizzied,
effervescent.
Decompression syndrome,
if only I could breathe.
But I am transcendent,
outside my body,
beside my self,
such rapture.
And, in the beauty of your heart words,
I fell.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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The Gaze Of Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Gaze Of Love

As I look through
this pane of clarity,
I see a different world,
of compassion and goodwill,
I see harmony and peace,
and time has a new quality and feel,
another dimension.
As I look,
you are my frame,
my view,
transparent,
prismatic,
you are …
of all things,
my window to love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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So Green – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Immature – Word of the Day

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“Impatience is a great obstacle to success; he who treats everything with brusqueness gathers nothing, or only immature fruit which will never ripen.”  Napoleon Bonaparte

 

 So Green

We were young then, not quite ripe,
so green but O so eager,
as we dipped into each other,
and with a little sugar and spice
the recipe has hung together quite well.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Warm Solution – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Riddle – Word of the Day

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Warm Solution

The cloak of your mystery
opens to reveal but a riddle,
your lips,
are they passion?
Or, are they dark heart?
Immovable,
hypnotised by your gaze,
I just stood there,
but you solved the riddle,
as your cloak fell,
and you opened your arms.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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